Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

The Hispanic woman nodded, licking her lips. She'd grieved on the journey and had no tears left to cry. 
"Perhaps if -- when -- I establish myself here I shall reignite the tradition. It will never be the same, but it'll feel normal." Feel like she hadn't lost her ancestors or their graves she'd looked after for so long. 

Her lips pursed, her gaze narrowing slightly. She didn't like those who pressed too much but supposed this one was just curious. She could teach him. "It was my fault. I wanted to expand my territory, my pack. We were formidable. I pursued the wrong territory and the pack and their allies joined together. I was largely betrayed..." She paused, flushing the hot rise of anger that rose at the memory. She'd done everything to care for her pack. Her Family. "My kingdom fell under the pressure." 
The woman fell quiet. Shuffling around to exert some of the energy that had built up. She needed to release that tension. She'd never return, not out of fear. No. She'd've stayed until her last breath defending that mountain. She left because she knew it was time to go. The prophets had told her, the winds had sung it to her. She was going to leave before the battle but seemed being pursued would give her a reason. Those who may hold on to the hope of her returning a reason to keep living.