Hideaway Strath Stay a thousand years.

There was nothing particularly mysterious about his history (unlike Leen's) and it wasn't even really that compelling. Towhee didn't bother making a comment. Dingo bounced the query back at her. A tooth pressed into her lip as she considered how to succinctly summarize her history, along with her brother's.

"We were born at a place called Redhawk Caldera, east of here, on the other side of the mountains. When we were yearlings, our pack went to war. Phox actually fled and I relocated the pack out this way, to the plateau. He found his way there eventually. I eventually forgave him and, well..."

She didn't elaborate any further and a beat of silence passed before she said, "I was a Redhawk my whole life until a week ago. I mean, I'm still one by name and we're sister packs now but..." The reality of that still hadn't quite sunk in yet, though it at least didn't send her spiraling into another panic attack at present.