Broken Antler Fen Didn't leave a mark

Kareja felt a small pang of sadness for her lost family, picturing her mother's soft pelt which was similar to her own or her sisters' blue eyes. They were odd fragments but memories were odd things in general. 

"I grew up with my mother and sisters without a pack, it was just us. My father died before any of us pups could get to know him. After my sisters left and my mother died I headed south. It wasn't until I turned east that I came across your pack," she gave a brief summary of her life. It wasn't a hard one, she had been loved and treated well. The only problem was now she was alone.