Ouroboros Spine all dolled up in gabardine

Mara nodded to his question, wondering where he ventured from. Or maybe he was born in the Wilds. Maybe she would never know, but she was happy to share her story, or maybe just part of it. She didn't know if she was quite ready to talk about her sister or the events that followed. To many bad memories and emotions would be brought up by that.

"Yes, I'm from very far north in Canada. The mountains there are constantly snow, dark and cold." She spoke, dark grey eyes showing that she was witnessing it all again. The running in the snow with her littermates, the joy of catching her first snow-shoe hare, the excitement of starting training, and of course, the devastating loss of her sister beneath the heavy snow. Her eyes clouded as she remembered what happened after that terrible day. Their family fell apart, her dad becoming a cold grey shadow, her mother becoming frail and grouchy, wanting nothing to do with her other daughter. Their perfect pup was dead, what was the point, no one would ever be as good as her. There was a time in Mara's life that she resented her sister for it, but then she realized it wasn't her fault, she wouldn't have wanted their family to be that way.

"I loved it."