The Heartwood Similar vows

Dwin turned to see, who had called her name, and met a grayscale she-wolf coming her way. She looked familiar, so familiar that remembering her name should not have been a problem, but... for the second time in her life, she felt like a total idiot, who did not know, what to do next. Continue to pretend and find out the name in a nonchalant and careful manner, or state first-hand, that the other one had a fine chance of introducing their wonderful person again. 

"Oh, hey!" she replied, taking some steps towards the she-wolf and greeted her in a friendly-neutral manner. She smiled for a bit, trying to find the least embarrassing way of stating the obvious and then sighed and just let her mind come up with a crazy story. "I recall meeting you and I recall us talking a great deal more than it should have been polite from a kid my age then, but your name has simply evaporated from my memory," she told her. "So, unless it is a quirk of my mind - a very likely explanation - I will take that you are of the witching sort. Probably revealed some trade secrets to me and wiped my brain folds clean, when I was not looking," she suggested grinning.