Falls of the Hinterlands the old dream comes again to me

“I see,” blackthorns, redhawks.. they were names the silver has never heard before; but the history between the two families was definitely interesting. And, of course, that was understandable; a wolf might try to infiltrate one of the packs by claiming to be part of the other. A strange yet not impossible idea. Aneira however, was not going to test it.
 
Aneira shifted her weight, hiding her emotions under the pale mask she calls face. Azure gaze fixed wraen, a sudden coldness both in her eyes and tone. But it was not coldness; it was sadness. Her only purpose of coming here was to find her parents; but nor her father, nor her mother were nowhere to be found.
 
“I was bought into this world far away, in a pack called ‘high mountain’. I presume you have no knowledge of such place,” who would? All high mountain members fled after the king’s murder, those who remained watched as their king’s legacy perished. Her parents were between those who remained; they let their own children watch as the mountains fell. And soon, high mountain was no more.