Blackfoot Forest two melodies

Ivev settled herself onto her haunches, feeling the dewy grass seep into her fur. She seemed to mull over his question for a moment, wondering if it was worth imparting such a part of her past.

I was born in the north, yes, but spent most of last year just north of here. With a pack called Abendrot- an assassin's paradise.

The place held little fond memories for Ivev. She had made few acquaintances worthy to be deemed a friend, for she had spent most of her waking hours in a constant state of abject terror. It was her fault, too, for letting herself into the pack's home. Ivev could only hope she had served them well. For many months, she had been the only healer.

Funny that I had stay there for so long, Ivev reminisced. I wish I knew of this place sooner.

She didn't mention that she had only come to follow in her father's footsteps.