Swiftcurrent Creek No one Dared, Disturb the sound of silence

In truth, Wren did not believe a word he said. In the back of her mind, the husky voice of her father rings in her ear, the howls of fury and the slamming of fists. She looks down at her body. Long, muscles legs, unbalanced paws much too large for the ground they walk on. Mannish body with wiry fur, broad and awkward as it juts out, the scars that paint it. 
I don't know, is her answer, muted and mousy. I mean, I'm not exactly the ideal woman. I'm loud and mean and... ugly. Sucking in a breath, she continues. I've only ever been a body. I'm not good for anything permanent, I don't think.
A long silence hangs in the air, and then again; she speaks; I just don't know. Maybe you're right. I just... maybe I should look closer to home, or something, ugh. But who is there out here that'd have me?