Sequoia Coast Memory comes when memory's old

Usually Hedda was very much aware of every single thing that happened around her. Her senses were heightened both as a gift from her master and learning from experience. Even though she had played her role as a scary, but harmless loner successfully many times before, she had always had to keep one eye open to a possibility of an attack. Because very often people, who feared you, left all the bravery of facing an enemy according to the rules and attacked you, while you were not looking. Or so they thought. Because Hedda... Hedda was always looking. She saw the world in ways many people thought of being impossible.

Therefore it came as a bit of a surprise to find out that she had had someone observe her, while she had been talking to the master. It was unsettling a little, but she accepted this as yet another challenge, which was aided at improving herself. She changed her path and began to approach the bystander in a careful and confident manner, feeling just as much curiousity about him than he felt about her. Hedda stopped, when she could see the wolf's face better. She recognized it and knew imediately that she had seen in it before, yet there had been so many faces since that last time, that she could not put a name, a family or a pack to it right away.

"Who is that, who ask this question?" she asked in return. She rarely gave an answer, if it was an information she didn't want to share. Or - if the person had been the first to ask.