Wild Berry Meadow I've been cold, I've been merciless

A younger Chusi would perhaps put the link between the stranger's appearance and that of her biological sister that had been stolen so many moons ago. She held no memories of her, but something like family... you couldn't forget entirely. But the older, far wiser, Chusi of the Now blamed the female's eyes for that familiar feeling. They were the same, electric shade of yellow as the man that had somehow hammered a piece out of her golden heart and taken it away with him. Yes, that and their dark coats were similar. She wondered if her preference for Mouse's icy blue orbs had stemmed from her former obsession with Ingram's ones, as if she needed something cooler now that she was trying to get over him.

Eheh, meh neither - Nevah really been 'ere befur tho. She admitted with a slight dip of her head. Though far from borders, she could sense the raven-like creature belonged somewhere. So ya're a medic? She questioned excitedly, immediately thinking of Mattias. Mah friend is one too - he made mah cracked paws feel a'whole'lot bettah just a bit 'go. She spoke with eyes wandering everywhere, wondering if she could find plants that would be useful. But, no, she had no idea about what plants were good and which ones were bad. While she was a trained warrior and leader, healing had never been something for her.