"She reminds me a lot of my mother..." she admitted, ears pulled back on her head with embarrassment but the truth often stung. She barely remembered the woman who birthed her, but she could recall the many nights of crying out for her and the sudden outbursts of anger she would feel knowing that she wasn't wanted. It was a pain that followed her everywhere, despite her efforts to hide it, and she could tell that Treyah had been affected in much the same way by her own. 

The topic changed quickly and Rory didn't mind the shift, in fact she rather preferred it over the sadness they were bond to see themselves in and felt herself perk when mention of hunting caught her ears. She was always ready for food! "sounds like its time to go hunting then," she winked at her partner, nudging her ever so slightly with one shoulder before turning herself in the direction that the honking had come. She was beginning to enjoy her meetings with Treyah, they often came with food.

Reminiscing about her parents hardly brought along nostalgia. Instead she had pushed most of those feelings away with a hope that they would never return, the drama and sadness of it all was enough to make anyone vomit and for that reason alone Rory had grown stronger from it. When she was asked about her birth pack she felt her voice get lost somewhere in her throat and she wondered what she could say to help Treyah understand the value that Whisper Cavern had been to her. "It was quiet, cold, empty." that pretty much summed it up. She had pushed those memories of her pack away as well and in its absence were emotions of abandonment and sadness. She didn't want to feel sad, not when she had finally gotten over it. "it disbanded a while ago I'd assume. I have no idea where anyone went and I doubt there is anyone left from there. Just me, and my memories." she said, gazing at Treyah with a weak smile. No doubt, the woman probably considered her strange, but that was her truth and she wasn't changing it.