She knew he was right.  The bond was rarely triggered between wolves that were a poor match, and even if it seemed like it at first, eventually things usually worked themselves out.  She pulled her hand back as he spun, looking at the different symbols that adorned his body.  She somehow knew that each one held meaning for him.<br/><br/>"I always forget that you weren't born here.  I might honestly enjoy a bit of that Scottish accent."  She teased.  "And if you want to, I know your life was not a peaceful one, my mother told me as much a few times.  It's your past, I wouldn't pry..."