Silvertip Mountain This, too, shall pass

At his sudden question, Niita froze. A shiver ran through her though it wasn't cold. She hadn't told anyone here that story, though maybe Steady deserved to know if they were getting involved with each other. With a deep breath, Niita began her story, voice soft.

"I don't think I've told you anything about where I came from. There was a war in Asmundr when I was a child. None of my family survived, after the rest of the pack returned there was a new pack that had taken over. It was all males except for a single female, one who was not to be touched at any costs."

"It was the first time I was in heat and when we showed up at the border, there were two brothers patrolling. Brimir and Maekir. Something about Maekir...he was dark inside. He smelled me and decided that they could use a female for breeding. Maekir grabbed me by the scruff, that's how I got the scar."  It felt like the back of her neck was burning, as if the teeth that had been sunk into it were still there.

"I guess when Zeke grabbed my scruff I had a flashback or something. I just flipped out and I wanted to get away." Niita's voice cracked, she looked away not wanting to seem weak in front of him.