Guess I’m Lucky; Some Of Us Don’t Get A Second Chance

Jacques gave a small nod at Ulric’s words. “Likewise.” It was interesting to meet someone else in Memento’s family, especially after the girl had spoken so highly of them all. At his next words, Jacques chuckled in response. “Someone better, lest she gets in another scuffle.” The jackal shook his head. “Heard about what happened between her and that supposed Abraxas fellow.”

At the mention of the fight in which she had gotten her scar Memento flicked an ear back. She really didn’t want to drag that thing out - it was over and done with. But as her uncle directed his attention back to her Meme smiled a little. “The Hallows, huh? Sounds pretty neat.” Her tail began to wag back and forth as she canted her head to the side. “I’d be interested in joining them, actually… especially if it means being close to family again.” Memento Mori’s ghostly white eyes began shining brightly.

“I think I’ve satisfied this wanderlust for now. I want to be where my family is, and hopefully find the rest of them.” Meme glanced towards Jacques. “...and build us stronger than before. Wolves and other creatures alike.” The girl could feel her heart swell with pride. “Maybe sharpen my skills as well.”