Golden Glade Another Meeting

Ayla wondered at his story, the awful cruelty of it, but was silent. She only listened, offering her ear, but not yet her voice. He surprised her, at the end of it, by asking of her own tale. Ayla thought that it was hardly anything extraordinary, but did not refuse to relate. "I wasn't born in the wilds, as you probably all were. I was born in a place with fences. It was small, and it was just my mother and my father and my brother. We couldn't go anywhere, because of the walls, we had a very small territory. The way my family acted, spoke- was very different from the wolves here. I lived my childhood in a tiny little territory, surrounded by these walls, surrounded by forest and odd, odd distant sounds. But it was all I knew." She paused, glancing at him and wondering if she should continue her muddled story.