"Yeah, a rag to clean the wound,"  Belle said, nodding as she answered his question about Marie.  Infection was not dealt with by the wolves as often, due to how fast they healed, but it could still be deadly if the bacteria got in there and took hold.<br/><br/>Belle realized his other question was not one she had been asked before.  She had never really shared her past with the humans she had befriended, and the packs she had come across didn't really seem to care about her predicament.  For the first time in ten years, she had the opportunity to tell someone what had happened to her.  It felt cathartic and terrifying all at the same time.<br/><br/>"I don't know everything.  I know the people that took me killed them.  I know my birthday isn't real, it's the day they took me, but they added a year.  I don't know the details, or if my parents had a pack or a family.  The people that raised me, when I shifted for the first time, they claimed that I wasn't wanted, that wolves were savages and my parents were bad people."  Belle didn't know her parents, but she wanted to believe everything the people that had raised her said were just lies.