The Heartwood Light a blunt, grab my gun, slide these old boots on alone.

Massaraq blinked a bit taking a half step back when the stranger startled. Confusion took over and he gave pause on how to answer the question, not sure why the other wolf would ask him as if he had not asked himself - perhaps they had not heard him initially. Another wolf approached, three-legged and dark-furred. Massaraq responded with a wag of his own tail, trepidation at the new face assuaged by the friendly demeanor.

At the mention of his anaa Massaraq at least realized that he had indeed likely met this wolf before even if the details escaped him. Nodding firmly he responded. "My name's Massaraq." It felt oddly freeing to speak, to introduce himself rather than exist in a place where he was always just a relation or acquaintance away from knowing someone. Grief hung over in the same constellations just from different places in Moonglow and Moontide, but this ground felt different.

Peering around at the trees and the earth he hesitated but curiosity got the better of him. "Do you know what happened here?"