Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

"It's complicated," she explained softly and a bit sadly, her breath a slow exhale. "My father died, and eventually leadership was passed to my twin. I was her second, but I felt more like her shadow. We're too young, and—" Emaleth struggled to explain it all to a perfect stranger, to someone that knew nothing of Donnelaith or the Mayfairs. "I need to figure out what it means to be me, on my own. I can't do that there." She shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably, wondering if that explanation would be adequate. It was a lot to ask, that a strange pack take her in... but Thuringwethil had hinted at the offer, and Emaleth was distressed by the thought of being turned away.