Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

For a moment she only stared, as though confused by the question. Ah - this? She spoke, awkwardly turning her head down to look at the collar as she lifted a front paw to it. No, it isn't a bother. She had lived with it long enough that she did not care much.

Of all the things to be an issue for her, the collar had not been one. She didn't understand it's purpose, only that it was part of her now. Have you never seen one before? She asked, looking back up to Rala.

Where she had come from, not every wolf had one but she had certainly met a few in her lifetime. Most of the packs she had come across had at least one.