Moonspear And his four walls declared him insane.

Hmm. And that had worked out for him fairly well, hadn't it? She knew of packs that were quick to chase away half-breeds, others that were quicker to kill them. Althaia herself did not mind them at all, and at times they inheritaded traits that gave them an advantage over their pure-blood cousins. It was rare, but still. She was surprised that Harley revealed his past so readily, even if it was a little vague. She would have too, once. Before this mess. 

Little did she know, that dozens of miles away, some time in the future, a dark furred female would catch a scent. She did not know that this small wiff would have any event on her future. So, at ease in the den as the rain begun to poor outside, the pale female tumbled into sleep. Her breaths evened out and slowed, her tensed body relaxed as she slept.