Silvertip Mountain Maybe I pulled the panic cord

"Niita, that's a pretty name," the she-wolf responded, glancing up from the water rushing by. "Where am I from?" Anita paused on the question for a bit, trying to think if she was really "from" anywhere. "Well, I was born in a place called Scarlet River...not sure where it was exactly located. Far from here, I suppose," Anita answered, taking a drink from the stream.

"I was abandoned after my father died and my mother left me, and I learned to travel as a lone wolf for a while. I guess I saw a lot of sights and learned many things, but joining this pack has been a greater experience." The she-wolf found it somewhat troubling that she couldn't exactly say where she was from.

The blazing heat was getting to her again, and she dropped down to submerge herself in the water. Anita came up from the water, relishing its cooling effect. "May I ask where you are from?" Whether this wolf was pack born or came from somewhere else was somewhat interesting, and she wanted to change the subject from her own past.