Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

a soft breeze hit the back of her, ruffling the fur around her neck and cheeks as she dipped her muzzle in a soft, pitying smile. how that joke went over his head, corinna didn't know, but she really didn't care to explain what she meant to him. but he explained, at least, so she didn't have to keep wondering what ghosts he was traveling with. she followed his direction, nose twitching as she tried to catch any scents. nothing struck her, perhaps it was the wind. "what's it called?" she asked, head tilting.

and then she shrugged. "i left home, i left my family, friends... left everything. but they weren't my decision, i was just born into that life. i want to do something on my own, for myself," she explained, a bit of a ramble or... some sort of soap box speech. her chest puffed a bit, a smile still swiped onto her pale muzzle. she looked at xan again. "you get that, don't you?"