She let the warmth of the early sun brush her pelt before a sigh left her maw once again. Mulling over the noise that echoed in the soft silence, she realized with a shake of her head she was becoming quite wary of her fates, and suddenly sounding like an old woman dispite the youth she still held. Turning towards the other with a meek smile, she showed her chest.
"The one that I fear from is the same that left these faint marks on my chest...and the dark shadow is the other who scared my back and hindleg..." Indeed, her hindleg was grusome to those who looked close enough, the mapping clearer when her pelt was wet and luminescent.
"Though with my family, I hardly have time to fear my past these days...but sometimes..." She trailed at that, before adding, "I know that the pride won't be able to help me from what comes."
