Gilded Bay keep your proud head from falling

Carefully readjusting her stance, she took a look down at her own chest, but could see nothing hanging down as the other wolf's swollen teats did. Muses did not know why it made her sad for an instant, but she shook her head gently, and looked back up. "My littermates and I were the youngest in the family; I never got a chance to be around any little ones, though I always hoped I would." It was certainly a guarantee, for several of her older sisters were of age within the pack to breed finally. Or at least, they had been.

"Well," Looking down, she passed the claws on her front right paw over the algae upon the side of the rock. "There was a war, just as I had turned a year old. I was too afraid to stay." She was not proud of running away like a coward, but she had not been taught how to fight. She was a delicate creature with not a single malicious bone in her body - and perhaps one who lacked loyalty. Offering a rueful shrug, she continued on. "I'm not sure if anyone survived." Either way, there would be nothing for her to return to.