Dragoncrest Cliffs be your own 3 am

The girl is… kind of polite. She wonders if it’s because she has to be. She knows she’s an outsider among these wolves but she doesn’t realize just how much of one she is to them. When she asks about where she’s from, it sounds innocent enough but she her heartbeat quickens and she can feel it in the tips of her ears. “Um,” she pauses, trying to buy a little time. She remembers her home, remembers her parents and her siblings and she loves them but how can she tell them that? Would they cast her out when her loyalty here is not strong? Maybe they would try to take her home. Does she even want to go home? “I don’t really remember,” she manages to say. “I got lost when I was really young,” she adds.