Fire In The Storm [Tel]

He started to explain to her the difference between pack lands and the side where she lived. It was simple and easy enough to understand, and she glanced at him with eyes in awe when he said it was his mom's pack. Though her awed look faltered for a moment as she turned away. His mom owned the pack...he had a mom. She didn't. But he didn't know that. She wasn't sure how to feel about not having one. After all, she had been left behind and she didn't know what happened to her mother. Whether she was abandoned or if something happened to her mom. She could still remember her face from the memories she had, though it was more a blur of colors and not exactly a clear picture..."Force claiming and being a prisoner doesn't sound like much fun..." She mused. Would they have taken her prisoner if she had decided to just walk into their pack lands before knowing all of this? They seemed nice, and she was still too young and naive to the fact that not everyone would be nice to her.

"Take a sniff?" She glanced at him again as he pointed to the stones, and as he explained pack scent, she did as he instructed. She turned her attention to the wall and towards the ground below as she carefully sniffed both the structure she was on as well as the scents that wafted up from the ground. Oh! "You're right! I can smell your pack! It's a nice smell, I think." It smelled like a hint of Ardyn, but the pack smell itself felt almost...comforting. Safe even. She turned to look at him then, "What's your pack like?"