Chasing shadows

The large girl was startled by the voice, as a stabbing pain lanced through her skull with the name on his lips. Glowing eyes, and too many teeth. She did sincerely hope that would stop happening one day soon. "So I’ve been told…" she answered carefully, mismatched eyes searching the amber eyes of the blue wolf before her as she turned to face him, seeking out any sign of recognition.

Once again, the cinnamon raccoon raced forward, clutching the firefly in the bottle in her paws and waving it, chittering madly at the man that had found them. She certainly seemed to recognise him, even if Daphne didn’t. She was putting on an impressive pantomime for the wolf, making threatening spooky gestures with her arms and pointing to the bottle, pulling something out of her ear and blowing it free on the breeze before slumping dejectedly at the strangers paws. "The only memories I have, are of a thousand eyes…" she almost whispered, "and too many teeth. A wolf found me at the hot springs, called me by the same name. Is that really my name?" It didn’t seem to fit right, not yet anyway.

"speech".