Stone Circle holy sh*t, what is this

Sighing, Belle thought back to when she first left her birth pack, taking the alliance she held between her mother and her father's respective domains with her. A little over a year or two ago. Another deep breath and she went silent for a moment, hearing Chaska speak of his mother; an obviously touchy subject. She didn't necessarily want to intrude on his personal life and the secrets it held, but what would be the fun in just playing it cool? Tell me more about her; about the stories she used to tell.

I was meant to be a diplomat, Belle admitted, My mother and father ruled over enemy packs, then they had me as a sort of political pawn. I was trained in interpack affairs from the time I said my first word, but once I left, it didn't hold the same importance to me. I picked up hunting along the way and somehow, caregiving came with it. Belle laughed at the very notion that she would ever be capable to caring for anyone but herself, but then it clicked that it was exactly what she'd been doing everyday since joining Easthollow. Now more than ever.