Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

There was no time to welcome a reaction or response. Arashi had come too quickly, but only to the white woman's call. Not to her own. Had he forgotten completely?
If so, perhaps it was best to drag a memory from their childhood. Maybe then he would remember. A title he'd been called by both their little and parents. Sandā, She drawled, faint of fury that he acted he knew not who she was. It has been a few years, but I didn't not expect you to entirely shove me from your memory. Tsunari fought back a snarl, wanting to lunge at his throat. But not here; not in the presence of someone who would jump in to defend him. With two beasts, even with her experience, she was bound to lose.
So. You've been here all this time? Changing the subject would release some tension, from both sides. It was time to figure out how the two had drifted so far apart. She'd meant to find him not long after she'd left their clan, but she never expected Arashi to have left by his own accord.