Sun Mote Copse Edge of Saturday night.

for a moment, towhee jr's paws are still as she considers her mother's question as she comes out of the water. did she remember meadow and reyson? a little, but not really if she was being truthful.

-not really,- admits jr, truthfully but a bit sheepishly as well. the awful truth was, there were days she struggled to remember sable's personality and he was her littermate! what kind of man had he become? would she recognize him or would he be a stranger wearing a familiar face? was he even alive?

-what are the circumstances that they are coming to live with us?- jr is curious more than anything else, though far from judgmental. she was glad for wolves that she knew ( by name at least ) and grateful for the addition to the copse.