Ravensblood Forest i've got a heart, i've got a song

thankful that constantine had said it, aria nodded quickly. "please," she said softly, her ears pinning to her head, "maybe it'll help... i want to remember it." but of course, she had one question, just a quick one, that she hoped constantine would know. "when did i come here? how long ago?" to her, she was a ripe yearling, but the signs of age on her body were clear... she was not old but, she was not so spritely. there were wounds on her body-- old scars, healed long ago. she decided she must've been here for at least another year-- to get these wounds and make such connections with other wolves-- but how much longer than that? 

her gaze found his face again, a stealing look that fell back before her again. her teeth gritted, she could only pray that this would help.