Stone Circle I gave myself in that misty light

The pale furred woman looked hurt by Ezekiel not knowing her. Could they truly have been that close if he couldn't recall her name? Even though her words were sad, he couldn't bring himself to trust her. He was wary and showed no pity for her in that moment. His icy blue eyes bore into her, coaxing an answer from her coal lips. Finally she explained. They were pack mates during the famine, the famine he recalled all too well. When at last she spoke her name, all his memories of her returned.

Reiko. He'd met her at a frigid mountain, in a cold forest. He'd taken her home and they'd become quick friends, they'd hunted together and talked. One day she had left. She had deserted them, but she had returned just like he had. She turned to leave, and he stepped forwards. Wait. He called, then did not speak again. He didn't know what to say; sorry for not recognizing her? Was he to be angry for her leaving or happy at her return? You are alive. I'm very glad. Was all he could say.