Emberwood I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

The other wolf was guarded, and while Indra watched them she determined she was at a safe enough distance to skulk a little closer - to get a better view, and to ascertain if she could handle one wolf roaming the wilderness; she gave only a twist of her ears to the path behind her, where Gun was resting, but otherwise kept her senses trained exclusively upon the stranger.
When he spoke she thought, I have heard that voice before, somehow.
The man spoke of Sapphique — and for a second Indra was too surprised by the recollection to hide the flash of understanding from her eyes, or the way she perked up upon recognizing the name. She couldn't remember much about the coastal territory or anything, only that she'd been there once — and she'd been in such a tumultuous state that most of her visit there was blurred and smudged, as if the memories themselves were drawn in chalk and someone had smudged it away.
She scowled at the man, flashing one of her canines.
Why're you here then? Sapphique'z on the coast. Yer a little far, old man.