Emberwood I'm inside out, you're underneath

He nodded in understanding. Yes, need tends to bring us together, he commented. It was how he had found himself here, after all. What created their need for a pack was most likely different, but the need itself was the same: to find a safe place for winter. She didn't offer any details, and he wasn't one to pry, so he didn't push for any more than what she had offered. In time, he hoped to learn her story as he did with everyone else as well. 

He too released a heavy sigh. He wasn't keen on talking about all the events that had led him to be here, but he supposed he had opened himself up to those kinds of questions. I led a pack at Swiftcurrent Creek. The quakes forced us from the territory and took most of my family, he offered, gaze fixed on the path ahead. My daughter is all that's left; she's young still, and I needed somewhere safe for her for the winter. That was the gist of it, except he left out the part that his entire family died because he led them through the mountains. He would carry that guilt for the rest of his life, but there was no need to dump that on her, especially since they barely knew each other; he had shared enough of his pain already.