Moonspear And his four walls declared him insane.

His pelt brushed her's, but she chose to ignore that fact. Better to not get iffy over those kind of things, she realized. He was amiable, friendly, loyal, and she had no qualms about such contact. His question, however, as simple as it was, made her think. A simple question required a likewise simple answer, but thoughts plagued her for a few moments of her birth pack. The dark girl, the killer. Her mother, the shadowy figure of her father that she had seen but once. The shame, of being born both runt and bastard child, but the support that came in the form of...a sister? A friend? She wasn't sure. Memories, old as they were, were murky things, and like the bottom of a pool. Once stirred, it was hard to see the bottom. It was in moments of stillness that they could truly see the past. 
Wow. Deep.
"The north" she said simply, as she had no wish to confide her memories. "The sea" she added briefly. Though, it would be a long time, if at all, that she saw the crashing waves again. Anger festered inside of her, and for a moment she was disgusted that she was sharing a den with a member of Moonspear. She almost pulled away, and her expression became hard, but then she remebered that Harley was not quite like the others. He and Dash both. But the anger and deploration of her current situation meant that her features did not soften as she lapsed into silence, thinking.