Werewolves of London

Soon enough Pari would get her wish, the pale woman finally giving her an order... of sorts. Enough so that she would at least gently roll her limbs out from under her, laying out on the stone as the woman poked and prodded at her with her nose. Still, more questions would fall from the stranger's lips and Pari flinched slightly. As the pale pink of the woman's nose would rove over her body she'd shiver and could feel her skin twitch every time she passed over a scar, too long healed to be painful but sensitive nonetheless.  

"The pack I was in disappeared." She'd keep her words careful and short, not wishing to speak more than was demanded of her by the question. "I was left here." That was all she could say, to her it was the most logical response. She hadn't been taken with anyone so she'd stayed, she wasn't to move until told to. She didn't talk of her scars and her emaciation, the scars were something she'd had for as long as she could remember, sure she got new ones regularly but that was just part of her life. As for her lack of food... that was a byproduct of being left to fend for herself, a wolf who'd never learned how to hunt...