Blackfeather Woods let's never be alone

The blackened wraith mulled over his questions for a few moments. Living the life she had with her mother had essentially prepared the young she-wolf for a life of being a survivalist. Because that's what they were. Her mother unfortunately could not play well with others, and so the twosome never had the chance or ability to be within the comforts of a functional pack. Every day Chroma and her mother had to forge and scavenge for food and shelter. They hunted together. They dug dens together - and, ultimately, Roma was her mother's caretaker. Getting them out of situations her mother put them in. Protecting her mother from herself and others when her mothers' crazy ramblings got them into trouble. Chroma knew all of that, and for that, she was sad. 

But, she turned her attention back to the staggering large male before her. He wanted a concrete answer; not her biography. Certainly he didn't care about her crazy mother and certainly, he wouldn't take Chroma in if he knew that she could turn out to be just like her. "Protecting," she decided to say, as her prime role was protecting herself and her mother. "and fighting. Protecting and fighting. I am loyal and will fight for those in my care."