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Inattentive she might be, but Vienna wasn't completely obtuse thankfully.  When she rolled over to once more bound her way up the hillside, she would have had to have been blind to miss the grey wolf who passed, though he did not face her.  Something about him seemed rather familiar, and immediately the previous activity was forgotten, though signs of it still showed clearly in the grass and leaves that clung to her coat.   Oblivious, she stared, sifting through faces in memory to find that one special face that would give this guy a name.

"Finn!" she exclaimed, elated not only that she had found the name, but also at the memory that had come with.  It had been a long while, but she still remembered chasing those rabbits.  She did not catch his sorrow, at least not yet, and her tail waved happily behind her.  Surely he'd want to catch up, right?