Northstar Vale lion's den

Her eyes flashed and she recoiled at the personal question. What was he trying to insinuate with that? She reminded herself to be pliable, though. She’d only get pity if she was a pitiful creature, and her natural inclination toward hostility wasn’t the most direct route. 

”R-U-N-N-O-F-T.” She declared, punctuating her response with a wounded snort. ”Nae fet fer fadderhood ‘parrently. Up an’ left as soon as our ‘marital bliss’ er wha was over.” She allowed her voice to catch- sure, she knew how to show injured pride. She pointed her gaze away, as though sharing eye contact might draw tears to her lilac eyes. She shrugged one shoulder, and stilled the quiver that set into her lip. ”Been just fendin’ fer meself. An’ my babes,” She added.