Fox's Glade you’ll need not ask me for more

Each time these wolves were told he was not a face from their past, they'd always react with confusion. But they never dwelled on that for long, so Phillip was able to surpress it. But this was something he could not forget.

There was a sadness that ran through her voice, heavy too. One more word and it may crumble on the spot. Never did he think his lack of memory would affect someone like this. He didn't like it. This girl was upset and he felt helpless. The only thing that would help her now was a lie. Yes, Minnow! I know who you are. I know where you came from. The words sat at the edge of his tongue, but he could not bring himself to say them. A lie like that was only a temporary fix. It'd break her in the long run.

I'm sorry. He turned to her with an apologetic gaze. I don't know who you are. I don't know a lot of things.