King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

her brow furrows as for a moment, she struggles to remember. "it was an island, but too a pack." she dips her head slightly at his question, admitting after a beat, "my memories are - blurry, sometimes."  she doesn't much like admitting this to the male, as it seemed some weakness, something wrong with her that she has not quite figured out how to deal with, either. 

for a while longer they talk, and she offers what details she can of her life before the pack. but soon enough she tires of screening through the memories, some of which are dustier than others, and excuses herself carefully. a small smile curves her muzzle before she makes her exit, for there is some gladness in sharing what she knows, and patching together the memories it seems only she knows, now.