Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

It feels weird to say so much about her past, her family, and everything else she’s stuffed down that maybe it’s… too much. Blixen asks questions and she is quiet about them for a moment, focusing on her steps as she considers why she did not talk about them before. Maybe some of it was because of Wildfire and that whole thing, she didn’t want any unnecessary spotlight, she didn’t want to put her family in danger, a lot of the same excuses she’s used between then and now are brought up.
 
“I don’t know. I was a kid. I was scared. And then, you know, all that stuff with your mom and Étoille told me what they’d do to him if the other pack found out about him and…” she trails off with a shrug, a sniff, and a readjustment of her shoulders as she steadies her footing along their patrol.