Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

The memory crashed into her. Her ears went down against her skull as she thought about it. It was not often she ran into wolves that... had some sort of connection to her. She recalled the area Flightless Falcons had been in and that she had learned the fate of her true home. The woman looked away and focused on a shadow of a shrub. "I have been to a place called Flightless Falcons," she said, hesitantly. She had not anticipated speaking this much when she had just wanted to slip away but it did not stop her from turning her weight and taking a few more steps toward the woman.

Key kept a comfortable distance away, perhaps still awkward for conversation, but it was enough for her. "It was near the ocean," she mused as a thought. She couldn't help but wonder, though, if it were the same place.

Her head shook to the question with the simple answer of no; she could not recall the last time she'd be able to answer that question.