Silvertip Mountain Maybe I pulled the panic cord

Anita seemed to dislike speaking about her past just as much as Niita did, and Niita cursed herself for bringing it up. Especially now that she would have to talk about her own past. It was something that seemed to be coming up lately, though Steady seemed to know the most about her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you have better times here in Silvertip." Niita offered after hearing Anita's brief but dramatic tale. Taking a breath to gather herself, Niita launched into her own.

"I was born in a pack called Asmundr far to the north, there was a war when I was a child, my family died, my friends and I took back the packland, and finally I was banished by my best friend and his mate." Niita summed up quickly.

"Do you have a trade or possibly an aspiration of a trade?" Niita asked as Anita had, in hopes of getting the spotlight off of herself.