Hushed Willows you can follow.

of course it is!

For a brief moment, Harlyn thought it was Stark approaching. Their coats were similar in color, as were their statures. But she realized her error within seconds as the sunlight hit his frame and his fur shone dark ochre instead of obsidian. Her disappointment was brief, as it hadn't really been just Stark that had volunteered to search for her wayward family. All of the pack had been ready and willing - a fact which she had been overwhelmed by and immensely grateful for. So truly, she was happy to spend time in the company of any one of them, as her illness had robbed her many opportunities to get to know them better.

"Hi," Harlyn said with a smile. She paused for a moment, trying to remember the name of this wolf. She had little doubt that they had met at some point, but he seemed to have been lost in the haze of fever that had before consumed her. "Forgive me, I cannot recall your name?" she confessed after a beat, dipping her muzzle in apology.