Firefly Glen Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar

A name was not given, only a question asked in return—are you okay? The girl’s body grew rigid, an uncertainty taking hold. Should she answer? Would she be at a disadvantage if she did? More nervous now than ever, she licked her lips, struggling to find her voice. “I’m…” she tried to answer, only for her words to fail her. Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure if she knew how to answer. “I’m okay…” she finally said, although how truthful it was, was up for debate. Physically, she was unharmed but mentally? Emotionally? She was struggling to connect with herself.

“Who are you?” she repeated, voice softer than before—less forced. “Where… did you come from?” Another wolf in the glen, so close to Moonspear—did her sister know? Thinking of Hydra, of her family, helped her to relax; gone was the wild, disconnected look from her eyes, replaced by something akin to worry.