ten feet under and upside down

She didn't feel comfortable sleeping, but as soon as the boy asked about her home, she felt an instantaneous discomfort there too. But there had to be a way to pass the time. She could just as easily lie to him - how would he know? Saskia shrugged after a moment of thought, and then as she too peered out at the dreary rain, began to tell him... Something.

"My parents lead a small pack outside of these wilds. My mother was a healer for a long time, and she found my dad one day, very injured. After nursing him back to good health, they had formed a bond." It was somewhat true; most of what Saskia outlined was from her own silly fantasy about a rogue who had traipsed in to the territory, the one she had followed - the one that had caused her to get lost here. But it was still true, to some degree. "The pack lives in the center of a canyon, and is flanked by a small creek. It's well hidden." Not that she worried for their safety, much.

"What about you? Is this your birthplace?"