Bearclaw Valley Ghosts of our past

Valette blinked when the feral female almost said her old name. Her childhood name. She blinked, and as she did so the other corrected herself. She called her Valette. She squinted her eyes. Grey female, orange eyes, and distant. Nanook. Her sister? But she... wasn't she? She stepped closer, her eyes squinted briefly. "Yes, I'm Valette. But, what you said before...," she returned to the other. She tried to sniff the other out but her memory of Nanook's scent had faded. It had been so long.

"What were you saying? Was it Desna? Because...," she paused briefly, swallowing thickly. Perhaps this was quite silly. Maybe this was a stranger and she was getting emotional over nothing. She blamed it the loss of her deceased mate. She was seeing all kinds of things. "I was named Desna before," her voice broke a bit when saying that. She blinked faster, not wanting to show too much emotion if this was a random stranger that looked like her sister.

"Nanook?," she asked tentatively. Yet, in her voice was so much hope. She needed her family, she needed a sister. How wonderful it would be if she found one of her lost sisters. It would mean she wouldn't be alone anymore. Not completely.