Ravenshook Cliffs I used to rule the world...

Mighty kind o' ya, Meylodi nodded, wincing as the wound on her face brought her fresh pain. She lay back down, letting the breeze ruffle her fur. An' - I don't mind none that cha hurt me. Makin' that clear like. I asked for a fight; fights bring wounds - I knew what could happn'. How'd ya think I got my ear nicked or the claw scars 'cross my face? Didn't get 'em layin' down. she chuckled. 

An'... I'd... admitting she needed help was hard. 'Preciate not bein' alone. Been without a pack for 'bout a year now. Life ain't easy fer a loner, ya know?