Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

Neat.

She mused on the word but found that it was unimpressive she had met the woman. Key felt nothing toward her—not in a negative way, by any means, but simply no sort of connection. There was not a burst of sudden unconditional love for the female. She was still merely a stranger, related or otherwise, but she was thankful it was not pressed for more information. Key didn't know how much she had to offer without bringing up the past, something she worked awfully hard to get away from.

"I... don't live anywhere, really," she explained with a flick of her ear. They cupped forward, relaxing a little, but Key felt very awkward in front of the woman; especially with the new information brought to light. "I have not lived anywhere in a long time," she said. Her last home consisted of some mix between the Persian home and Snakeheart, an experience she wished to wash from her mind and forget about. "I will sometimes stay with a pack or tribe in exchange for something. I often find myself with them during breeding season or when someone has been hurt significantly. I have extensive knowledge of medicine and things of that nature. I offer myself to them, for a price of food or something I might need," she explained. Key didn't know what she had spoken so much so quickly but the interrogation pushed her forward.