Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

wraen earns a sly sideways smirk, playful and only a little flirtatious (a different girl would take offense to 'talk non-stop' but she knows her own charm points thank-you-much), though she holds her tongue 'til the girl's next question. "my folks were kinda extreme 'bout avoidin' wolves -- my pa got in a lotta trouble for decidin' to choose my ma over his pack, an' they both kept us secluded outta fear of prejudice. ya woulda thought we were the only hybrids ever born!" and for a while, she did think that -- it wasn't really even until she got to the teekons that she started meeting all kindsa mixed breeds and realised the whole thing was even more bunk than she'd originally guessed. 

"anyway, i've always been a real restless kinda spirit, real interested in travelin' and seein' all kinda stuff, so i up an' left 'em. didn't expect weetzie to follow too, but one day he turned up too an' now we more or less stick together, though he goes off an' does his own stuff too now." she twists to look better at wraen, her pink eyes bright and curious as she returns the thought: "whatta 'bout you? were you born at moonspear an' all?"