Frogspawn Swamp Olde Stories Of Olde Times

Her tear-filled eyes stared directly into her old friends, attempting to conjure up the memory of their first meeting. She knew it was during her second winter, and they chatted something about their past times during the season, though she held no easy recollection of what he was getting at. 

"No... I don't, I apologize, really." Admittedly, Mara felt bad for forgetting something he seemed to remember fondly. Her curiosity about her past self grew though, and a part of herself ached to recall who she once was, and maybe be able to find that wolf again. "Will you tell me?" It was clear the sentence invoked pain, her throat choked while she murmured. "Please."