Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

Well, the story sounded about right. Perhaps it was the lack of strong leadership after her father passed away or the distrust between them that caused the pack to fall apart. It was a shame to hear, for such a light to dwindle and die rather than the glorious bang it should have through war - but, then again, perhaps it was for the best. They weren't seen as weak to die at the fangs of another, they simply scattered to new corners of the earth. So she took that information and let it be. 

That was until the new fire was brought to her chest as the explanation of the skull came into light. A lover, okay, that wasn't strange to want a memento of a past lover despite how strange it was to dig up their skull and carry it around. Conquest could respect that to a certain point, but it was who she was looking at which birthed a growl to roll forth once again. She stepped forward, ears drawn as her eyes flickered from Vanity and into the face of the man she wondered about almost daily. 

They were lovers.

She reminded herself, halting on the spot at the thought. Confused with the new information, she pondered... long and hard on it. Why? She snapped, just grasping for more to understand - still the haunting figure of his face, of the hollowed eyes burning into her skull that bore the same damn eyes - if only she knew. What are you going to do with him? She remained harsh, only for the following words to come out a little softer. A lost pup still trying to figure herself out, a puzzle with missing pieces. Do you still love him?