Moonspear Let me tell you

Andalusia had hoped Vela might elaborate on what had been done to her parents, but the girl simply confirmed and left the details to silence. Perhaps it was for the best - or perhaps she'd just have to find out another day, another way.

The Ostrega grinned. "Know them? Not so much. But when you share a relative somewhere down the line, it's hard not to feel some kind of connection." Who could say how thick or thin their familial ties ran, but an Ostrega was an Ostrega, and that was that.

"As for my pack, the simplest answer is war. I was injured and separated in the aftermath," there had been the whole complication of the memory loss, of course, and how she would have been with the Caldera if she had only remembered - but she opted out of elaborating on those details today. Instead, a question found her tongue. "But I'd like to know, from your own perspective, what you would consider a right, or a wrong, reason for leaving one place for another." She asked, with open curiosity and want for conversation. Of course, Andalusia knew how she would answer, but Vela seemed to hold a different focus and a different mind than her own, and this deeply intrigued her.