Shadewood I went out to the hazel wood

The red woman's transformation was instantaneous, and even the often imperceptive Saena noticed it and drew her head back ever-so-slightly. She wasn't offended by Arunik'ra's curiosity and further questioning, but she was taken aback. The only other wolf who had shown any interest in Saena's spirits was Lasher. Reek had shrugged it off as inexplicable craziness, although Saena didn't know that, and Peregrine had hardly cared at all beyond sharing the connection with her mother.

Whether it was a breath of fresh air to have someone take an interest or not depended what Arunik'ra did next. Saena's eyes lifted to the red wolf's ears, tracing the flared sun line that reflected off the fine hairs lining the lobe, but her mind was flipping back through what she remembered of her past. There was a gaping hole in her childhood still, and try as she might, she couldn't remember when the spirits had become visible to her. That part of her life remained blank.

"I don't know," she answered lamely, and then added, "a long time ago, I guess." Though perhaps it wasn't so long ago. The sporadic holes in her episodic memory twisted her ability to be really certain of anything.