She laughed quietly as the woman spoke of being trained since she was a pup."Then you're lucky." she said. "I would have loved to learn how to fight. The only things I was really allowed to learn was how to look pretty, act like a vapid idiot, and make babies for whatever stupid noblewolf happened to suck up to my parents enough." But that was enough whining about her previous life.
She committed Abelinda's name to memory, pricking her ears at the mention of "Glaciem". "Is that a pack?" she asked. "I haven't met any wolves from packs yet, aside from," she thought for a moment, going back through her memory, "some wolf named Cattina. Old bint, wore a skull, called herself an 'Empress' and lived in an old shipwreck. Never caught the name of her pack, though." She looked at Abelinda quizzically. "Who's Glaciem's leader?" she asked. When she asked what caused her to play at the cliff's edge, she grinned, shrugging again. "In all honesty, it was because I could. I'm enjoying not having anyone to boss me around." "Speech"
