Lion Head Mesa you gotta be

She felt as though she'd been swallowed whole when he said her name. There was a certain air about him that made everything else melt away. Diantha knew that was a dangerous trait, and yet she could not pull her gaze from him. He asked where she had come from, and her brain kicked into gear.

My mother is dead, and I have never known my father, she said, carefully crafting her words. If my brother and sister still live, I have not seen them since we still lived with our milk-mother. Diantha was, in a word: alone. It was how she had preferred it for some time, but the pressure to protect herself when she came of age was too strong to ignore. This was a large pack, likely with prospects who would have her.