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She blinked—his story resonating with her on some level. There had been a moment in her own time, where life had felt blurry—as if she had been floating along. Lapses of memory had come and gone, for some of it. “I think… it’s amazing how our minds protect us by… forgetting things,” she offered, a light frown settling over her.

She huffed, pushing at the snow a bit more fiercely, as if she had forgotten before that it had been there. She wanted access to this little storage den she had make-shifted—and next winter, she was fairly certain she would be finding a better solution than this. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a Debbie Downer right now, or whatever they call them,” she offered over her shoulder. “But Towhee’s brother, huh? Must have been interesting growing up together.” Amusement and fondness laced her tone—she needed to check up on the she-wolf soon.

She just didn’t want to be drilled about Reyson right now, when he had left without saying anything after their fight.