Hushed Willows Once more, I climbed up to the bones of Moscow.

So she definitely wasn't a fan of the cold season, something Artyom held dear. He did not take her dislike personally and instead shrugged it aside, made a stride away and invited his newest acquaintance along with a cant of his ivory muzzle. It would do them no good to stand around in the snow and risk frostbitten toes.

"That is unfortunate," the ranger said, expression softened tone of concern. Artyom had never met a wolf who'd lost their memories, and at once felt sympathy for her. To lose one's memory meant to lose one's self, and he hated the idea of Ana's memory fading with him. "Do you... have someplace to stay in the meantime?" He figured Dawn would not mind another body to pad their ranks, and so contemplated opening an invitation to Whitebark if Aphrodite required it.