Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

"Yeah" she confirms, giving a nod of her head. "I was a hunter in my last pack - fishing fell to me and a few others. We lived by a vista, kinda like this coast." Old wounds sought to tear the way through the surface at the mention of it. She ruffled her neck fur against the cold wind coming from the ocean.

Wren goes on; "Sorry but... do you belong to a community?" She pauses, mulling over what Wraen had said. There were a few packs along the coast, but she had her heart set on Kingslend for now. "near here, I mean" as much as the man wanted to know about her, she wanted to know about him. "I can help you, uh, fish a bit?"

She grins slightly, wondering if she was overstepping. The experience would do her good.