Lost Creek Hollow yeh you've had enough

and so the pair began off again in the direction that mona was going. he was in no rush, he didn't mind. terance was listening very intently. he had a good memory-- as long as he was listening-- and was very keen on remembering these details about his packmates, it made him a better friend and leader. but, suddenly, terance was being transported back in time... a trigger being the single word... mayfair.  "taltos," he said, almost impulsively, his green gaze falling upon her with clear surprise and intrigue. "i was born in donnelaith, my father-- dante-- was lasher's right hand for a long time... and the other way around, i think." 

wow. terance was in awe at how quickly the conversation had turned into something so... oh, he didn't even have the words for it-- terance was so bad with words! a genuine smile replaced the look of shock across his face-- a real, warm, toothy smile, like the ones the old terance used to throw around so easily. they didn't come so easily now, but a look at such a simpler past-- and such a welcomed coincidence-- really brought joy to the hollow's leader. it showed, too. "my family left when i was young but... i heard lots of stories of lasher and donnelaith-- and of your mother, blue willow," he said, ears flicking, "i could try to help you." 

of course, terance was unaware that blue willow was not mona's mother-- but that was who terance had grown up knowing to be taltos' wife. so that's what he said.