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He didn't seem to want to speak about his past-staring to the side uncomfortably as Kareja watched. She wouldn't pry nor push him to speak about it, giving him a sympathetic nudge. 

"Oh, me? I grew up way to the north. It's always cold there and it's almost always winter, that's why my fur is white. So I can blend in." Kareja explained with a fond expression on her face as she remembered her homeland.

"I lived there with my mom and my sisters. When the ice cracks every year there are these huge floods, my dad wasn't around because he drowned in one of them." She said this bit matter of factly, for she didn't miss her father. She had been the only surviving pup of their second litter and a newborn at the time. Kareja hadn't known her father well enough to miss or mourn him.

"My sisters eventually moved away because they found mates and went to carve out their own territory. I stayed with my mom after they left but one year there was this big flood-it came farther inland than I had ever seen. My mom..she didn't make it." Her voice was hushed, posture deflated with grief.

"I headed south after she died..I traveled around for awhile before I turned west and landed on the border."