Owen pushed himself into a seated position and he cleared his throat before saying to Zina, "I am Owen of the Red Moon pack. I am a Lieutenant and… I guess that's it."
Zina cocked an eyebrow at him. "That's not much to go with." There must be more. What was he hiding?
"I am an orphan. I don't remember if I ever had a family. Most of my time is spent on the training grounds, so… there isn't much to say about me."
"Oh…" Zina was not sure how to respond to that.
Zina thought of sharing something about herself. "I am Zina of the Dark Howlers pack. I am an Omega who works in the packhouse, and I came here to visit my friend." Zina realized that her status might be a problem. "Do you dislike that I'm an Omega? Will you reject me for it? Or…"
"No, no," Owen was quick to say. "I have nothing against Omegas. I would be one if I didn't become a warrior."
