Sea Lion Shores song of my home [IC joining]

And now came the hard part. He was interested in her past, which was one of the rare things Eddie gave grudgingly. Not the first wolf to do that, though, so her answers were prepared.

"Well I tend to avoid pack territories for the most part," she gazed upon where far beyond her sight there were mountains and forests, but she looked as if they were right here and she could see them right now. "I don't want to cause any trouble, y'know." One could never know how a pack wolf felt about strangers. She still remembered that time when she was a naive young pup... No, better not remember that, not here.

"Here and there, I guess," she shrugged the question about her family. In truth, she really didn't know. Probably wound up dead somewhere, as all loners eventually do, as all wolves eventually do. Him who is born must die. Yet Eddie had survived against all hope at the ripe old age of a year and a half. Surely her mother was as sturdy, if not more?