The Tangle i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company

nothing gets through to him past the haze, until —
zephyr!
and his thoughts are thrown into confusion. there is recognition, yet a lack; he knows this man, but he does not. his heart aches without knowing why. he flinches slightly from the approach, but he doesn't move, instead looking up to fix wide argent eyes on the dark wolf who is so filled with emotion at their meeting. he feels the ghost of that sentiment, too — but why?
how do you know my name? the words tumble from him unbidden, voice breaking slightly. i don't — i can't remember... it's foggy. pain lances through his skull as he tries to push through the fog, then disperses and softens into a tight, throbbing band over his crown. he remembers nothing... but he recognizes that voice, that scent.