Cerulean Cape Only the Wind

The sodden wolfess seemed pleasant and friendly enough, seeming cheerful despite her obvious misfortune. Durnehviir listened intently as the loner answered the questions she'd posed, stating that she wasn't certain what injured her and as a result had lost some of her memories.

"Do you remember where you're from?" the russet Frostfur asked gently, lowering her hainches to take a seat on the damp sand, eyes and ears focussed on the she-wolf who finally introduced herself. In response, she offered her own name: "I'm Durnehviir."

It was concerning, and Durnehviir knew she'd be loathe to leave a confused, injured wolf alone on the beach whenever their encounter would to a conclusion. She held her tongue, however, hoping to piece whatever information Pebble had to help her find her home.