Phantom Hollow Colours of Freedom

The topic was unexpected, but that's what friends did, didn't they? Learn more about each other? The concept was new, but his touch wasn't. A heat overtook when he nudged her slightly. Was there even much to say about herself? Shifting a bit uncomfortably she looked down from the sky and now to Isuun. "Well..." she was slightly afraid to speak of herself, it wasn't like she had much to hide, but incase she seemed self centered to speak to much, or uninteresting if she spoke too little. "I was born in Alaska, and left alone before my memory even begins. Luckily a wolf had found me and nurtured me for about a day or two until I was passed onto wolf by wolf, at some point I was left alone again—seven weeks I think—and managed to hurt my leg pretty bad. Madam Julie found my limping and nursed me back to health for about a month, ever since I've just been lucky enough to stumble across wolves willing to take care of me." 

She feared she had spoken for too long and adverted her gaze from him, sheepishly.