who are you for one, i don't feel again you

"I d'no it's name." Bazi stared. Was this kid fucking serious? She resisted the urge to ask the boy if he'd been born yesterday - perhaps his mother had dropped him on his head as a young pup, or the trauma of losing his family had affected his ability to retain information. Bazi made a gruff noise and sat down, directing Jorunn to do the same. "You must remember something," she urged in hushed tones, angling one ear towards the sleeping family in case a nosy pup woke up and decided to follow. "Smells? Sounds? What was your mother's name?" Bazi had not met Thistle Cloud, and she would not remember any of the now-departed Ragnar's names if Jorunn repeated them.

Gosh, that feels like such a long time ago now!