Stone Circle holy sh*t, what is this

Chaska raised a curious brow at Belle at her answer. He thought that perhaps maybe even she had things to hide herself. Not that he would judge, since he was hiding the fact that he had done some terrible things himself. "And how long would that be?" he asked, curious to how long she had been on her own. For himself, he had been on his own for at least a full year, before he came to Silvertip.

"My mother. SHe told me stories as a pup..." It ached to talk about her. Out of everyone, it was his mother he was closest to. And the pain could easily be seen on his face, the scars over his eye rippling at the change of emotion on his face.