Larksong Grotto Home sweet something

She forced a smile, she hadn't been named that for her fur. The background for her name wasn't a very happy story so she left that out. At least with a nickname she could try to forget her natal pack. 

She nodded, "I followed them from Phoenix Maplewood." Her thoughts of the Maplewood turned towards the people she had left behind. She tried not to think about Spring too often, the female loathed her now for leaving. She often thought about Esaro, wondering what he was up to, if he thought about her as well.

Shaking her head as if to rid her of the sad thoughts, she turned her attention back to Jhala. "What about you?"