Northstar Vale Let's just hurt tonight

O' course! She chipped, ears whipping up and flailing down again. 'Can't remembur a time where I had siblings 'till they were born. A vague form, warm and tiny, often haunted some of the memories she had kept from her very early childhood, but that could have been anything. As far as Chusi knew, she had no sisters or brothers that were blood-related to her. How could she know? They were separated even before they could see relatively well, and she hadn't spent enough time with her mother to know the real truth. Who was her father? Did she have more than one litter? Who was she really? A Fearghal, heir of Teaghlaigh.

Then what about ya? She asked, smirking as she leaned a bit closer. She couldn't keep the act up for long though as she begun giggling. Just messin' with ya - dad doesn't like mah taste in boys anyways. It was true; anytime she had even remotely mentioned a boy of her age he became all defensive over her. It was as if he truly believed that no one was good enough for her. Her posture and expression became more serious as he wanted to ask a favor. Since she believed them to be friends of a sort, she wanted to do it. Anything within her power.

Seabreeze. What an interesting name it was. Strange how she now knew his sister's name, but not the one he was given. What he asked of her wasn't much, at least it didn't seem like it to her, but it could mean the world to him. An empathetic look settled over her pretty face. A new pack? Settlin' befur winter? Then they can't be far. She knew more than anyone that starting packs was a great deal. You didn't have time to be picky, so anything close to the vale that could home a set of wolves comfortably would do. I will, for ya She promised then.