black sand, black heart

So she had nothing to offer him? Just vague responses based on faded thoughts? If she was telling the truth the fault was not her own, but he couldn't help but wonder if this was a poor attempt to hold her cards close to her chest. To feign innocence when all else failed. He blinked slowly as she went on to admit she'd only just managed to hold onto her name, like it had been an uphill struggle with the risk of losing it all looming over her shoulder all the while. But despite all that she somehow still got the sense she was important. How presumptuous of her, though he didn't say as much.

"I see." He told her in a disinterested rumble. "And from what you can remember, do you recall any of our kind? With markings like ours?" It felt like a significant question to ask, to know whether more koi wolves were on the move. So far it had only been a manageable slow trickle, but what if things changed?