Big Salmon Lake Tonight's Main Dish is You

Once the trail had come to an end and both the wolf and the dead doe where in his line of sight, Kove's paced further slowed and then came to a stop once he was only a length from the dark figure. He could see she'd already started to eat away at her kill, and then listened as she apologized and offered him some. To both parts of her words, he simply shook his head. “Don't apologize, you're the one we came out here for,” the man responded, sitting himself down where he stood. The journey over had worked up his apatite a bit, but he would wait until the other was finished to eat what he wanted. The whole point of traveling so far to hunt was for the nameless wolf, so she could eat and regain some of her strength. There was a hope that it would also work to jog some of her memories, as well, but whether that had happened or not he didn't know.

“I'll wait until you are done to eat,” the ghost told her, copper gaze watching her movements closely. It would seem she'd returned to her regular self, no longer being driven by pure instincts alone. “Besides, I didn't really do anything to deserve some. Everything was done by you, if you can believe that.” Kove was curious to know if she remembered what she did, or if the memory had been lost to her just as all her others.