Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

He seemed to calm some, and another question came. He spoke of a cave, and of fighting. She could not specifically recall fighting in a cave, and tried to remember when it came to her. She shook her head. "That was no fight," she informed, ears perked atop her head. That had been she and her mate playing in the only way she knew how to in such a place... roughhousing.

Any other thing that had occurred from that day she hardly remembered. The journey had been long and that memory was but a blip that would fade in time. She did not fault him for what he would not reveal. In fact, she commended him for it. But this fact did not go unnoticed by her, who was keen to all things unsaid.