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Potema merely shrugged. "Head trauma can affect memories." She remembered seeing the small scar on her head from where it collided with a rock. She had been smaller then and the effect was viewable in her inability to recall what had happened to her. "I was lucky that I only forgot who attacked me. Mother said that wolves who hit their heads too hard can forget important events, people they've known and loved and even their names." Yes, Potema was extremely fortunate. She would rather not know who attacked her, especially if it was a pack member. She did not want to go around knowing who wanted her dead. After all, ignorance was bliss.

But she did remember faint memories of being at odds with another wolf. Whether he was from this pack or a loner, she remembered hating him. He had been disrespectful at best, threatening at worst. Whoever he was, he had made no other attempt to kill or attack her, so for the moment, she felt safe. And now that she was older, she was much better at defending herself than before. She was ready for anything.