Silva listened raptly to any little tidbit of information that Claire was willing to share about herself. She smiled when the other wolf asked her about her home, about Clear Spring. There were plenty of fond memories surrounding that place, up until the end, anyway. "Not much to say about it, really. It is just what my pack called the the spring they claimed as the focus point of their territory. Some of the old gray muzzles boasted that it had the best, clearest water, thus what they chose to name it, but others said they were full of crap and just found the most remote land they could in order to settle down and raise their cubs." Silva shrugged, "Either way, the water did taste pretty good. And it was such a beautiful home, when the snows came and everything was covered in white powder, the spring would get so still and the sun would reflect off of it like glass."<br/><br/>She drew her knees up against herself, trying desperately to cling to those earlier memories. Her expression darkened and it was fairly obvious that her memories didn't end there. "Things were so much easier before the hunters came. But it sounds like you know what it's like to be without a pack, too." She took a deep breath and forced herself to perk up a little, "Hey tell me if you don't want to answer this, but were you born a wolf? Or were you... changed?" she knew that not all werewolves were born into it like she had been. In fact, once on her own, she had run into many more that had been changed and was starting to wonder if she was the exception rather than the rule.