<blockquote>Her bi-colored eyes returned to the tall mountain peak. She had not been able to see it from the forest, lucky her, and hadn't thought much about it till now. It was hard not to look at it's face, knowing she had lived upon it not so long ago. And to think,she had admired it from a distance once upon a time. Now it was just something else to remind her of what was. Both ears swiveled back at his voice, once again drawing her out of a place she didn't want to be. She took a deep breath in, and decided to take a seat. This could take a little bit, and she pursed her lips, trying to decide what to share, and just how to share it. Her ear folded slightly, and in a softer tone she spoke. <b>"Sadly the leadess' mate left her, and her pups so it hasn't been easy,"</b> she sighed then, her eyes focusing on the ground. Quickly she continued like this wasn't her story, looking up,<b>"But the two Seconds are very loyal, caring wolves, and have done a lot to keep things together. The pups of coarse I think are the main glue.There's four of them almost half a year old now and learning to hunt. They sorta help everyone get along because everyone wants to take care of them, keep 'em safe."</b> Her smile was as much in her voice as it was on her lips. She was so proud of her pack, and her children. A lot of times feeling she was underserving of such things. She still smiled, pressing on.
<b>"And there's me. I do the best I can, and some members who left came back. They aren't quite who they use to be, but I think their coming around I guess. Matter of fact we had a fellow join us just before fall. He's actually a nice guy too.."</b> She said, keeping her voice light. In the back of her mind she briefly wondered what it would be like if she was in the background of this story, not the one it was about. She was sure eventually he know who she was. Right now it didn't matter. She could act like she was just another pack wolf couldn't she? Have this one moment where someone didn't look at her and think oh, poor you.<b>"Sorry if I'm rambling. I just think it's ironic we call our pack Grizzly Hollow, when the only time we are Grizzly is if someone rubs us the wrong way,"</b> She chuckled, a little then remembering a few times it had come to such. <b>"If you don't mind, what about you?"</b> She asked, interested in his story. If he declined it wouldn't totally wreck her day. They were strangers, and everyone had their secerts.</blockquote>