Terra laughed softly at Soran's next question. Cruel? They didn't have a chance to be. We were good at what we did. As for needing to, I don't know. I know my pack was large, making it difficult to keep fed. I know that we didn't always work together as a group. But I was too young to know much else. Thieving and scavenging was what I grew up with. I didn't know about hunting until I was about four months old, and even then I only went on the one hunt with the pack, working to bring a moose down. It was more of just what we were: tricksters.
Terra wouldn't apologize for this light hearted way of viewing other people's properties. It was what she was, a thief and a scoundrel. Terra had been happy living that life, and wouldn't give it up simply to please others. Soran's next question though, was a lot harder. Deciding to dodge the question Terra turned the question around. I wasn't exactly thinking. Too young. What were you doing when you first changed? Terra had no problems talking about why she left the pack. The feelings attached though were a lot harder. Raised as a liar telling her feelings were difficult, despite the tell tale signs her body gave off without conscious thought.
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