When she looked up at him, she could see seriousness...yet...concern in his eyes.

She gave in once again to her natural tendencies and looked down, "I...I had...no where to go...after everything happened to my pack."

She straightened up a bit as she shuffled her seating once again, "I was 10...still a pup, still ignorant of the world...and I was sure I was going to die: There was only four packs in Eastern Canada...well...three...or two...now, and I didn't know where...or how to get to them..."

Jessica took in a deep breath, her memories and pain trying to resurface as it had all morning, but she swore she wouldn't cry again, "...It...