Sunspire Mountains vice city

panther, she greets him. actually... it's wintersbane. he corrects her, perhaps a bit sheepishly. i... didn't stay long. not surprising given his track record. what number is he at now? six? seven? still, she had helped get him into the pack and he wondered if she might consider his inability to stay in their ranks as a slight. everything. the tundrian responds to her question. well, mostly everything, i think. he adds after a small moment of hesitation. though the recovery had been in confusing bits and pieces. in truth, he wasn't exactly sure if recovering was the best thing. it was true there were numerous things he wished he could forget — but alas, it seemed his amnesia had been temporary; a minor set back to the healing of a head injury.

i'm with courtfall now, he informs her. trying to keep myself busy while i figure out where i fit into it all. assimilating himself into packs had never exactly been his strong suit; mostly because as a child he'd taken such issue with authority ( and maybe, to some extent, he still does ). what of you? how're you doing?