Broken Antler Fen Didn't leave a mark

Kareja felt a bit embarrassed at the sincere apology she recieved, she hadn't meant to make the other woman feel bad. She hadn't been beaten or hurt in any other way, she had quite a happy childhood. Her father had died before she could get to know him causing her to never really miss him. 

Her older sisters and mother had been the ones to raise Kareja, being the only survivor of her mother's second litter. Both had left eventually to start their own families but while she missed them horribly she knew they were happy somewhere and in love, with pups of their own. She hadn't pursued them once Mama died because she hadn't wanted to bother them.

Kareja had been a total Mama's girl growing up and she had fallen into a dark depression once her mother was drowned in a flood. At one year old she had been roaming alone in the wilds, trying and failing to find her place. She had since come out of said depression, growing wiser but not harder from her experiences.

The other wolf who appeared was only a bit bigger than she, he being male. With a discreet glance at him she found that he was a brown agouti male with darker guard hairs and yellowish brown eyes. Unsure if she should adress him directly or not she only waved shyly with her tail. 

Kareja turned back to her former conversationist. "I hope he doesn't find a reason. It would be nice to have a pack I think,"she admitted tentatively. "I never got your name by the way..?"