Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

Aquene could not help the wolf she had become; she could not help the way her father had made her to be. She had not known any different, not until she was out on her own. Others had mothers and fathers to teach them of these tricks, but her father had been a man of trickery himself who had not thought to protect his daughters, only sell them out like they were nothing… they were thoughts she had pushed down for so long, and bringing it all to the surface was opening the floodgate that she had been fighting to keep closed.
 
He curled around her and in that moment she felt safe. It was something she had never truly felt, even within the confines of Mereo that had soldiers willing to fight to protect her. Perhaps that was why Ruenna’s offer to enlist as their healer had been so appealing to her, something she had never considered before. The questions came after a few breaths and she whined at first, not offering a verbal answer before the silent and timid voice unlike the usually poised healer came. “I don’t know.” She admitted. “When I ran I never looked back… I simply kept running.” The only problem was now she had stopped running, she had made a home in a pack she had come to care for greatly… and she didn’t know what the consequences of that would be, if any.