Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

When she deflected the cause away from him, he sighed with a touch of relief. That's good, he said, meaning to both notes. No use remembering it if it was bad. She certainly seemed alright about it. It can't bother you if you don't remember it, he grinned over his shoulder at her and his voice was starting to not sound so coarse.

As for nightmares, he nodded. Well yeah, probably. I think most wolves do. For me it was a long time ago, he answered. He didn't have many definitive memories of being so young, mainly because he didn't want to; that was lifetimes ago and even . So  I definitely don't remember them. And neither did he remember ever being too terrorized by nightmares as a youth. Maybe like Sequoia, he promptly forgot about them.