Stone Circle Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening

He admitted that the pack needed a healer, and she felt her heart soar. Here, she could be someone. She could be what they needed and trully be a part of a pack. "And that, I would be glad to be." she said, agreeing to his words. She would go about getting her trade, and she would be the Hollow's healer, a title she would be glad for. 

Then he spoke of wanting to know more of her, and she sighed in the slightest, though was not annoyed. His concern was validated, for suppose he did not ask this of her and a few days later a warring pack showed up at his doorstep? Though such a thing would never happen, she would tell him some of her past. She glanced at Hazel before beginning, then turned her sights on Steady. "She does not understand words yet- it is fine." She paused a moment before continuing, then she did. She would be transparent, reveal her past if only with the intent to start a new one. "My mate and I had to flee from our pack. You see, I found myself on the wrong side of a border in the midst of the famine, a mistake when I was naive and stupid. I served as thrall, until...my first heat came." she dipped her head, remembering Charon and Harley and her stupidity. When she spoke again, it was much quieter. "A...a high ranking male did not admit to mating with me. He blamed it on another, and...they chased us out. The one blamed I grew close too, and we became mates. We came across another pack soon enough, one in a wood to the south. There we stayed. But...they disliked him. Harley, my mate. Enough to punish him, shun him. We hated it...but there was nowhere else to go. A few weeks later...he vanished." Now her voice faltered, broke, at the thought. Had they killed him? Nemesis had expressed her distaste, her hate for him. "There I had my pups. Four. But one...he was not healthy." Her eyes moistened over as she thought of him, her second son. "They...sacrificed him. To the crows. I found his body, and there was nothing I could do about it. So we ran, through the mountains. I...disguised our scent well. There is little hope that they will even pursue us, they have already a brood of children."

She turned away, quivering a moment as her eys glistened, away from Steady, away from her daughter. Telling him what had transpired was so different then merely thinking about it, it validated all the horrors. It spilled her story bare, and she hated herself a moment.