Hushed Willows oh, where are you now, pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?

he wasn't sure what could be so amazing about his appearance here. not knowing her recent encounters with family, cam figured he was just another traveler. another young man chasing ghosts. but he would humor her, anyway. . . well, to a point. 

i don't think so, he said with a shake of his head. he had one sister; that was lana, and she'd disappeared without a trace. my mother's name was lily.

it wasn't worth mentioning khali. if he was here, cam would smell him, surely. or the mention of a past mate would jog the girl's memory and she would fetch him. if he wasn't here —

he wasn't here. his father was gone, good as dead. the yearling didn't relish that cold, hard truth, nor did he dwell much upon it. it was a mystery that would remain unsolved, and he was probably the better for it. 

she's buried in the roses, cam added helpfully, already feeling his throat tighten with grief and with nausea as the ghostly smell of those thorny flowers entered his subconscious.