His question has Taliah falling into silence, the woman debating on whether she wanted to share her past or not. The shifter so very rarely delving into her past, let alone letting anyone in; it was more a defense mechanism more than anything. The woman protecting herself in secrecy from the poachers who so traveled the Amazon in search of... rare prey. Her own family falling by the hands of those hunters, her sister being whisked away into some sort of black market trading. Taliah had gone as far as to search for her sister but the black market there was elusive, simply impossible to find and to track; and Taliah hardly had the skills to do so. It was when the hunters turned their eyes on her that had her fleeing from the country to find a city she could get lost in, hide to be more accurate until she was able to figure out something to do. Though, Taliah simply felt it would be hopeless to try and pick up a trail after so long again, her sister having been missing for years now.

She's saved from immediately answering by the boiling of water, Taliah pushing herself to a standing position, retrieving the coffee and offering it to Tetradore before settling on the couch. She's silent for a moment longer as she wraps her slender fingers around that mug, taking a sip to warm her before she answers, "In the Amazon, we have poachers who double as Dark Hunters, they are more corrupt than the ones here. They enjoy taking the lives of rare shifters in the jungle, but before they kill them, they force a shift so they are in animal form. After they kill them they skin them and sell the pelts and skins to the black market. If they decide not to kill you they will sell you into the market and you'll be auctioned off to the highest bidder as a pet of some sort. Some will simply be sold into slavery others will join exotic circuses," Taliah shrugs as she stares into the flickering flames. "My family was hunted down, my parents butchered and my sister, I think she's alive somewhere," she pauses for a moment, not offering many details, "They started tracking me awhile ago, it's how I ended up here," she admits, surprised at her own admittance to this stranger.

There is a moment of silence, the crackling of the fire so filling it before Taliah simply changes the subject, not caring to delve any deeper. She had admitted much to this man, someone she hardly knew and yet, it was a comfortable conversation, the girl hardly pitying herself and she didn't expect it from the Alpha next to her. Asking him why he so stayed within the realms of the city, he's short in his answer. Respecting it, she merely brings the coffee to her lips again, "Responsibilities can be like shackles sometimes," she muses at the thought, though she rarely thought such things, it was true. She questions him about being Alpha, the man seeming to be almost... taken aback by her question. Where she was from, there weren't really packs like there were here in the city. In the Amazon it was the strongest and they tended to be more feral than anything, relying on their natural instincts and rarely shifting into human form. It seemed far more civilized here in the city, alphas being created through bloodlines rather than strength alone.

It takes him a moment to answer but when he does, Taliah tilts her head at him, "It is very different here," she admits, "Alphas aren't determined through bloodline in the Amazon," she states, "Has your pack always been here in the city?" She asks, her green eyes lingering on him as she watches him drink the coffee, her feet slipping as she brushes her toes against his side. Apologizing, she quickly withdraws them, though she yearns for the warmth of his skin again. Rather than moving her toes underneath her frame, she stands instead and moves closer to the fire, setting her mug on the ground. Turning to look over her shoulder, she lifts her hand and beckons him over, "It's warmer by the fire, I can't imagine you're very warm even with the blanket," she states as she gestures to the spot next to her. "I'm sure your clothes will be dry soon," she says as she glances to his clothing, laying over the chair next to the fire.