Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

Their opinions matched and, oddly, Firefly found himself warming to her just a smidge because of it. She put a voice to his thoughts and he nodded slowly, but stopped when she asked after his connections. That was a sore spot, if only because he couldn't recall anything with great clarity. Everything prior to the attack was a muddied mess, as if he needed to deal with the more immediate trauma first - some kind of curse that had to be lifted.

He chose to go the honest route and say, I haven't given it much thought. Every time he'd tried to think about life before Rusalka he could only picture Cigfa and the other wolves of the small band. Before that, darkness and blood. Or, rather... I've tried to remember, but... his broad shoulders shifted, and he took on a passive expression. If I have any connection to this place I have no memory of it. If someone came looking, I'm sure my caretakers would've told me. And he highly doubted anyone would bother.