am I brave or just a fool?

She felt the weight of his paw on her own. Looking down, she debated a moment if she should move her paw or not. Deciding not to do so, she sighed. "Not your fault. My brother's fault. He's the one who caused their deaths.." She said, alluding to something that had happened in her family because of her brother. "Maybe in time I'll tell ya the whole story..." She said softly. "So I notice that you have the scent of a pack on you. Where might you range from?" She asked, changing the subject.

She turned and nibbled at an itch real quick, muddying one of her white splotches. Sure, her white paw-spots were already muddy. But she'd clean those soon. Looked like she would end up having to clean her entire pelt. Letting out a soft laugh at the though, she quickly turned her attention back to the cream, pale russet and brown male. She noticed that he too had bicolored eyes. Maybe that would be something that could bring them closer as friends too...