Swiftcurrent Creek dissect me with this blunt little tool

Tyrande's muscles twitched in slight pain every time he went to pull the hairs out. Great, now I'm going to have a bald spot... She closed her eyes and tried to relax herself, ignoring the pain that burned on her shoulder.

"Um, Well I..."She didn't know where to start. "I am not from Teekon Wilds. I was born far away from here..."

Tyrande sighed. She didn't really want to share her past with this wolf. The cursed wolf who she hasn't known for that long and already made her feel undignified.

She blinked her eyes open for a second before closing them again. "I wasn't born in a pack either. This would be the first pack I've been, ah... accepted in.

"The first thing I remember is the night before my mother left. My mom was sobbing uncontrollably, and my brother... My brother Illidan was frozen in fear next to me. All three of us were watching the sky..." She flinched at a particularly harsh pull of fur but after a second, continued telling her background.

"The sky... There was a shadow. Yes... A shadow of an owl, a really, really big owl. And in it's claws... Its claws were... They were holding my sister, Zepora."

She shivered. She was bringing up old memories that was causing her eyes to water, or maybe that was the pain.

"Anyway, the morning after, my mom left me and Illidan to fend for ourselves. So we stuck together, like a mini-pack, if you would. But, a few months later, he caught an illness that made his skin grow burning hot to the touch... He... died a few days later.

"After that, I later found out my mom had died in a landslide, so I had no one else but myself... I eventually traveled here, and, uh, met up with you wolves of Swiftcurrent Creek..."