Duck Lake every night I'll be with you

Like her, he said the place had once been home, long ago. She nods knowingly. She could understand the draw to return to places filled with nostalgia- that's why she was here now. Then, surprisingly, he asks about the pawprint stained into her fur. 

Dark eyes widen and she can't help but release a little chuckle. How long had it been since she'd heard someone be so direct? Most did not dare to ask about her strange marks or scarring. Generally she appreciated it- but now, being asked of it, she found herself intrigued by his boldness. "It's okay, I'm not injured. It is a mark from many years ago." She pauses, hesitant. But continues, trying not to worry about oversharing. "I was a captive. The man who was my master there marked me with this. It's a permanent reminder of that experience... but I'm fine now, of course." She sighs.