Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

I accidentally made my coke into a slushie. :(

Key offered a soft sort of hum in contemplation. Koontz had mentioned it was her parents pack and she wondered if it was the same woman that had it before, since the beginning, and she didn't doubt it to be the case. If so, Koontz was her... something or other. She could barely remember how she was related to March Owl in the first place, or at least assumed to be. The connections were lost somewhere; she had a hard time recalling her immediate family sometimes, except for her brother. Chakra played across her once in a while but for now, he was gone too. "It was a long time ago and I did not stay, but I knew the leader. We are related somehow. I think. Distantly," she mused. The fact she was forced to remember so suddenly bothered her, and the fact that she could not pull it up to really make sense of it.

"I knew her from our old home, actually, where we were born," she said and tenderly thought of the Hollow, of Curran, of her mother and father. It stung, still, even to this day, that things had fallen apart so easily and she was the only piece to have never been put back in its place. "March Owl," she said, eyes focusing on the younger wolf. It would have been questioned, she was sure, and so she skipped it, wondering if this was some offspring of the other.