Broken Antler Fen Largo

"You mean - big, strong and a bully?" Lele spoke the first association with the term "dominant" that came to her mind. Strange. Looking back at the pack leaders she had happened to meet and talk to during her travels, none had struck her to fit this particular stereotype. Of course, a proper judgement of one's character is built over time and only, when you have got to know people, so - perhaps - those people had been all three things, when they did not have to present their best in front of strangers passing by. 

"I like the way you are," she told him. "Pack's calm," with the exception of Reyes, towards whom she harboured a particular dislike, but one bad egg did not spoil the whole eggbox. "That's good." 

Turned out that the question about parents had not been the right one, but there was a small solace in the fact that the event had not been recent. "Ways parted with mine and I do not know, what has happened to them," she shared. "Can't say, which is worse - not knowing or being sure that they are dead," she said to herself, opening herself up a little to him. "But I am pretty sure that they are no longer living. A lot of time has passed and there is only so much time given for us on this Earth."