King Elk Forest neanderthal

Laika could tell that he was tired, and his briefness proved her theory. She decided she'd be brief herself, to spare him from falling asleep as she droned on about her rather uninteresting past -- at least it was uninteresting to her. So, she opened her mouth to reply. 

"I wasn't born in the Teekon Wilds. I grew up by the Great Lakes." She doubted he knew of them, for she hardly had any knowledge of them herself. "I was cast out, travelled for a while, and settled down here." She said without much emotion. It didn't bother her too much anymore. She didn't feel the remorse or unhappiness she once did. She just felt hatred toward her parents and her former pack, but she masked it well. She rarely thought of them anyways. 

She reclined to one side so her soft belly fur faced him. She didn't want to squash Casmir against the tree anyways. A long sigh escaped her lips as her blue eyes fluttered closed. "You better rest," she muttered to him, although that probably wasn't needed. Maybe she would even rest for just a little while. The mixture of the sun upon her fur and the steady sounds of Casmir's breathing relaxed her. She lay there to rest, but she never really drifted into a full slumber.