Heron Lake Plateau Demon Boss

The wolf, whose name Apple still hadn't heard (or simply missed), did not seem impressed. The old lady did not blame her, because she would not have seen much in the provided CV and motivation letter either. But she did not have the ability now to come up with an inspiring and artificial tale of all the noble reasons, why she wanted to compliment Redhawk family, how she would be an invaluable and loyal asset, who could not only learn much from them, but share her experience as well. It would have been great, if she were able to fill out her life and career description fully, but she could not. And in the end, weren't it true for all job interviews? That the true reason you wanted the job was because of the money or in Apple's case safety and stability?

"I am a Blackthorn. Apple... S... Suibhne, I think, but no one has ever called me by that strange name. I have... always been Apple," there were pauses and hesitation as she told this, because these facts came to her mind so effortlessly that she did not have much time to check them, whether they were correct. Because sometimes a memory or a tale of another person would feel just as real as it had happened to her. She furrowed her brow as another piece related to Blackthorns resurfaced. Two lovely names. And a young man telling her about them. "There are a lot of us in the world," she added, after giving up the effort to recover the names. For the time being memory of Finley and Elwood and Lucca, who had told her about them, was not accessible to her.