Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"I imagine so." It must've been more difficult enforcing rules to children who knew your own discretions, but he guessed she had little difficulty if she was the type of wolf Dante pictured her to be. He would have been surprised to know that Osprey could not recall her, though his own thoughts followed the same vein. He did not recall his own mother... All he had was a name. Kira. She had been around, true, but as soon as they were weaned she became another face in the pack. Nothing to them.

"Sounds great!" He'd be happy to shake recollection for now, and led off. Perhaps a run, or maybe she could give him some fishing pointers? Either would prove to be a good time. Maybe they'd even do both.