Ouroboros Spine sun of the houses

totally fine with it!! <3

So deep in thought, Fjall missed the presence of two others looming above him. He flinched as one of them called out to him, his wisteria eyes quickly alighting upon the wolves who stood upon the lip of their home. The teenager shrank slightly, his ears falling apologetically. I- I’m sorry. Perhaps it was the belly. He certainly didn’t know any wolves that large around. But certainly, with her distinctive markings, identifying scars, and unmistakably yellowshine eyes, he would recognize her if he knew her.

The wolf at her side, too, looked quite distinguished: tall and broad with blue-green eyes of an ambiguous shade.

Fjall shook his head. I wish I could remember, but your face is not known to me. He hesitated to say more. It pained him not to recall someone he was sure he would know under different circumstances. You… knew me?