Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

His eyes filled with confusion. What do you mean it seems familiar? he asked. Either it was familiar or it wasn't. Even in his confusion, deep down he knew he had felt that way more than once since waking in the woods with most of his memories gone, but that was because he actually couldn't remember half of his life. He knew when he was somewhere he had been before or hearing something he knew he had experienced; the sensory memories were still there irritatingly enough, but it was like it had happened in a dream, and the more he tried to remember it, the less he actually remembered--it was an incredibly frustrating feeling.

The other male's shiver did not go unnoticed, and Midar wondered if it was due to the cold or if he was making him feel uneasy; maybe his body recognized the monster that stood in front of him. The beast's face darkened a little with the other wolf's next question, and he took a few steps closer. I am, he answered in a low voice. Although, I guess not so much anymore. He took a few more steps, stopping when only a couple feet separated them, his purple gaze slowly moving over the male's small frame as he moved.