Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

"That's awful..." Nyra murmured in response. 
"To leave you with nothing to build on is almost worse than if they had killed you, in my opinion..." 
She curled her tail to her body and sighed "I would know, really. Like you, I...wasn't born here. I come from a pack far to the south of these wilds. My grandmother was the Alpha of said pack. We were called the Direfangs. My parents were her Betas, and were set to take her place once she died. I would've been the princess, then." She herself looked up at the stars as she continued, "We were wiped out by a terrible disease, and the remaining wolves were killed by a neighboring clan that took the advantage of our sickness and decided to invade...the invading pack, they only gave me the chance to flee because they had respect for my grandmother. Otherwise, I'm sure I would've been slaughtered as well." Nyra lied down and rested her head on her paws, "As was likely obvious, I ended up fleeing. Wound up here." 
She shrugged her shoulders a little and watched the muddy water puddled around on the stony ground. She seemed a little sad, but it was apparent she was grateful she had been allowed the chance to live, the chance to end up here, wih the Saints.