Broken Antler Fen She's got a smile

The other didn't seemed too bothered, which in turn allowed Genie to relax. "From up north," she answered easily enough. "It's quite far from here," she added as an afterthought. The shadowed fae didn't think the other wolf would know about her natal pack, nor would she have ever come across it. Her pack were secretive creatures and they preferred to keep to themselves, which, she supposed, was why they were so close-minded and utterly traditional.

"What about you? Where do you come from?" she asked Wraen, eager to distract her thoughts from that of home. No, not home, her old pack, her birth pack, not home. Nothing was home now.