Moonspear we were always so damn insecure

corinna dipped her head. "it's a pleasure, ma'am," she said softly, and it truly was, for corinna still firmly believed that this woman-- amekaze-- was among the most elegant faes she'd ever laid her eyes upon. 

"south," she then said, nose twitching as she thought about the relevance of exact location-- surely the alphess had never heard of it. "far south," she tacked on, raising a paw, "i was a litter of one-- and my mother was strict with me, had something to do with my elder sisters, but when she passed there was nothing left for me in the pack." was that oversharing? possibly, but corinna lacked boundaries when it came to topics like this. she was an open book, refusing to carry herself with any kind of shame or regret. and besides, corinna had never joined a pack before... merely watched others try to join into their ranks previously, and so she didn't know the exact guidelines to pack joining. she just, well, assumed that it'd be good to be honest and open-- right?