Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

"A pack called Asmundr. It was very far to the north, in the place of glaciers." The thick accent, the throaty tone of her homeland's name could've made Niita cringe.

She had to admit, she liked Steady. Well, maybe not liked him. Niita barely knew him but he was handsome certainly, he seemed kind. Niita could see herself liking him soon if she got close to him. The question was, did she want to get close to Steady?

There was a legend back home that the Anreis family was cursed with bad luck and looking back-Niita believed it. The pale waif was tired of letting people in only to lose them. Her parents, Finn, Lifa, Vittra, Zahira, Raimo, even Kainan and his pups in a way. All had been lost. Would Niita be willing to possibly lose someone else? 

You're thinking too far into this, you don't even know what he's like. "What about you? Where did you come from?" Niita tried to draw the attention away from herself-she didn't want to scare him off with her sob stories.