Sawtooth Spire Adaptation

"Rights? What are those?" Brook thought dryly. With Tortuga, she'd had few. She had managed to fit in well enough, but she'd always been at the bottom of the food chain there. If she'd been older, more capable, she probably would have bounced as soon as she could. Instead, she'd basically been forced to stay there and grow up, lest she die out in the wilderness on her own. The young girl half-stammered something under her breath, but not loud enough for the other wolf to hear.

She introduced herself as Gracious, which Brook thought was a pretty name. When asked where she'd come from, Brook nodded obediently. Yes ma'am, Mahler said I could stay with them. And then they had moved here, for reasons Brook still didn't entirely understand. Maybe she never would.