Moonspear but after everything i still believe in true love

it was the girl. he was shocked to see her, and almost excited. she was good company, and was soft-spoken. but she didn't appear to recognize him, and he almost began to think that he had imagined the whole scenario. she spoke, and though she had the same voice, it was not nearly as sweet as the shadow's had been. he stared silently for a few moments longer, hoping that maybe she'd say something that would signal her remembering him, before she spoke anyway. maybe he'd been mistaken, maybe his loneliness had just sprouted a wolf that just so happened to resemble this one.

"i am looking for charon. my mother and him were close, and i hoped to join moonspear's ranks," he shared, in a clear voice and a still respectful posture. he was still confused as to why she wasn't acting like she knew him, but by now he was convinced that it was he who was in the wrong here.