Ravensblood Forest featherlight

They sought a home – but that was not what piqued his interest the most. At the admission of the swarthy she-wolf, his brows lifted slightly, his bright eyes seeking out the one that claimed she wished to help her. Could she? He had heard enough, the decision already made in his mind, and his dark shoulder brushed assuredly against Durnehviir.
 
“You’re welcome here,” he noted, and while there was a light warmth to the voice of the stoical shadowrunner, he did not skip a beat on making a request of the silver she-wolf. “If you can help her, I would ask that you also help another of our members who suffers memory loss as well. Her name is @Aria.” He paused, awaiting the response of this request – his offer would not rescind if she could not help, but if there was even the slightest chance.. Aria, despite her heartache, deserved to remember her past and who she was.