Time Cannot Erase

There it was. That familiar shock on the faces of others as they saw her. This toothy man was no different. As he approached and questioned her, the silver brindled fae rose to her paws, standing before him. "Eska Datura Timber." Dark ears flicked forward as she continued. "You knew my mother, I'm told." She shouldn't have to say who her mother was. The resemblance was there.

"I never knew her. I arrived too late." He would know what she was talking about. "I'm told that she was a part of this pack for a time. I came to see what you might be able to tell me about her." More stories. All Eska had was stories.

"Eska"