Cerulean Cape farewell and adieu to you spanish ladies

"I'm Snowe," she said simply, with a nod. A name she had given herself, for lack of another. She hadn't stopped to think that the name did not fit--it was completely at odds with her black pelt--but she liked it all the same. It felt warm and familiar on her tongue.

Here we go again. This wolf. . .Thelxiope, what a name. . .was asking what had happened. Snowe shook her head ruefully, unable to give her a satisfactory answer.

"Dunno," she murmured. "Woke up like this." She gave the woman a long look. Thelxiope seemed wise. Perhaps she could tell Snowe what fate had befallen her.

"D'you. . .think you know?" Another question rose in her mind as she remembered the strange thing she had called her. "What's nee-os?"