Felltree Marsh close my eyes

By the time Delight had finalized his approach, Queenie had begun to reawaken, albeit just as confused. It was as though her head was submerged under a thick cloud of mist; she knew that there was someone, and she knew that they were speaking, but who it was and what was being said was unknown. Queenie -- not one to be tested even in sickness -- rose shakily onto her feet and turned, taking a few steps back to even out the distance. 

She stared for a moment, eyes thin and mouth slightly ajar. There was something about this wolf, something that she knew that she ought to remember; whosever face this was, they meant something, and Queenie couldn't stand to not remember. She looked away for a moment, huffing deep and shallow breaths, before turning back with a sheepish gaze. I don't know, Queenie whined, voice raspy and soft, as though this was its first-time use, I didn't-- I don't know.