Broken Antler Fen Good girls Bad guys

Embry stumbled for a moment, having been close to asking her the same question. "Uh, there isn't much to say about that area." He started, feeling a bit guarded. To be honest, he was simply ashamed of his past. "I grew up within the fen, but we were never members of the pack. We left early in my life, anyway." Upon the final word, he clipped his gaze to the side and shrugged. He hated having the attention on himself, especially in this area. He didn't quite feel comfortable enough to dispose such information yet. Hoping he hadn't created a mental barrier, he searched her gaze and sighed.

     "Let's face it, I'm no talker." He said, trying for a playful grin to lighten the mood. "I'm honestly way more interested in your past, actually. Your fur color, for example. It's so... white." His tail wagged gently as he nudged the female's shoulder.