Sun Mote Copse The weather’s nice, so I called you

Chanel could see the empty nest nearby. Though she figured the location, she followed neatly behind Wraen as she was told, though her gaze rested ahead. When the woman asked of her origins, she tilted her head as her eyes went upward in thought. 

"My origin is not exactly a pack. It was more of a familial unit," she paused, considering that sometimes a pack was just that- a family. But she had never thought of her situation as a pack growing up, and so she would not change her mindset now. "Unlike many, I was an only child. Therefore my parents had the resources for us to be comfortable." Because comfortable is exactly how a rich, spoiled girl like her would describe her origins humbly. "They weren't warriors. They grew up comfortably too, and so they did not have many technical skills to pass on to me. Which is why I don't have particularly much to offer. They believed I would be living in the same nook in which they grew up." Where they never had to fight the elements for survival, or encounter struggle with enemy wolves. She thought, just to herself. 

"But I couldn't stay there forever. Life becomes a bore without excitement, and my only thrill was to hear stories of warriors, stories of travelers." She paused for a moment in thought. Yes, life was easy there. Many a wolf who had experienced real struggle might call her a fool for leaving such a peaceful and comfortable situation, to head straight to a region full of drama, and more recently, famine. But she was young, naive- she longed for adventure even if she was unprepared for the emotional and physical toll of it. "So I left. That's really all I have to say about them." She did not elaborate further, and her ears twitched as she waited expectantly for a response.