Northstar Vale blood in the cut [m]

She stretched—an attempt to relax her nerves, more than likely, then anything else. It wasn’t that she worried how he would react—her past was not terrible. But she wasn’t sure how to dissect herself from it yet—how to grow from it.

“My birth pack was taken out by a fire. My father died in it—I don’t really remember him. We relocated to another pack… a haven of sorts, and there, my mother disappeared one day, and one by one, my siblings.” Her voice was neutral—this was the part she hated talking about, because it seemed to bring upon sympathy that she just didn’t feel was necessary. She no longer missed them.

“I spent about two years joining packs and making friends and then… something would happen. The pack would disband, those I knew would just… fuck off.” There was no better word to say it—it was a bitterness she carried. “And then I met a band of brothers, and they… They saved me, I think. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. They were different than anyone I had ever met. A touch more wild. Their laws were noble and yet based on their instincts… They barely spoke english. I all but butchered their tongue when I tried to learn it, and they named me Engi. And I carried that name for a year and half.”

Another pause, a sway of her tail as she slowly settled further, chin resting upon an outstretched limb. “They were wild and free and beautiful. And I loved one of them. I loved him so much it hurt. And then that too, was over, and I was alone. And now I’m here—I’m not Engi. I’m Meadow. And Epoch is now my home and I will run myself into the ground trying to do anything I can for them because at night time, when I dream, all I can think about is how this too will probably go away. So I don't have big questions for you, Reyson... All I want is for you, and all of the friends I have made here to not go away."