"Beta's husband died in the hunts, I left my adoptive family, got tortured by practical n@zis......yeah. Pretty good." She said, sighing. Then, she dropped from the top, alighting on the ground as weightless as a leaf. With maturing, she had also evolved a sense of grace. "met a girl, and....she's something else. I..." This would've been the first time he had seen her blush, the only approximation really being the pink tinge the fur on her cheeks took. Also, oddly, on the tips of her long goat ears too.