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Bemusement flickered across her features at his apology and bringing up bad memories, pointedly looking at him with an arched brow. “Kind of one of those topics everyone always brings up at least once with good intentions,” she offered, shrugging. The same as his missing limb—it was always something that would be a beginning conversation that one endured.

“I lived in a lot of different places,” she offered, disregarding her work of unburying the herbal den from snow for now—a much needed break as she reclined back. “One of my favorite times was when I lived with a pack of… Northener’s, I think they were. They didn’t speak barely any English, but we managed—we settled in the cold, on a mountain. To them that felt cozy, I guess. I was never one for snow but… that felt like home.”

Engi… She lifted a paw, swiping at her cheek, as if pressing away potential tears. A distraction—and of course, there was a lingering question she had. “I think your daughter was looking for you… Fennec? But, I thought she also mentioned Towhee was her mom….” And so, she laid it out, stealing a glance at him—wondering if she had misheard the Mereo woman.