Hushed Willows consumed with that which it was nourish'd by

the boy is remarkably thoughtful, she observes. she considers his question a moment, determined to offer him the same kind of consideration. "memories, experiences, relationships, are what shape us. without them—I doubt she was the same wolf she'd been before the lightning."she shifts slightly, considering a moment longer. 

"perhaps, eventually, she might be able to regain the memories she'd lost, become who she had been before." but sometimes, change struck fast and sudden and left a stranger in place of what had once been yourself.