12-21-2008, 06:12 PM
As the female replied, Cicatrice initially thought of a rather smart assed answer, but this one didn't seem to be the type that would set with very well. Silvery eyes met and flicked over the lime green of the other female. Flicking her dark ears to and fro, she considered the female's question, as she always considered inquiries about herself. Thinking, she ran her pink tongue around her teeth, "Mmm... I'm a wanderer of sorts, I was stolen from my birth pack when coyotes raided and killed most of my littermates. I spent a year with them, and then escaped. Been by myself ever since," That was, of course, an abridged version. "And yours?" she asked.