The Point of Return

Memento Mori had gotten to the spot she was going to lay down when she glanced up at sudden movement. A stranger had been walking towards her, and, just as she noticed him, he seemed to notice he had been walking up on her. Either he’d been spaced out or that was the smoothest catch to avoid getting snapped at she’d ever seen. Not that she would yell at him, but he didn’t know that. She took a moment to examine him as he apologized, taking note of the browns of his coat, the appaloosa-like patch on his rump, and the antlers on his head. She couldn’t help but smile at him; what a goofball.

“Either you worry too much, or I don’t worry enough,” Meme said with a soft chuckle. “I think you’re fine. Though you’re probably right; spacing out and not paying attention isn’t really the best thing to be doing when you’re trying to hunt. Prey take advantage of that.” Well, at least she was in an amused mood, right?

She noticed something else… a pack scent on the stranger that was almost… familiar. She couldn’t put her paw on why, but, as she looked at him, she couldn’t help but get this sense that she should know him. Well, maybe not him per se, but someone related to him maybe? He looked so dang familiar… it caused her to furrow her brow slightly, especially when he mentioned his name. “Adravendi? You don’t say!” Now she was really curious.

“My grandmother and uncle went by that last name. It was different from my mom’s but no one seemed to mind.” Memento Mori canted her head to the side. “Name’s Memento Mori Lore. If I can be so bold as to ask, Ezra, who are your parents?” Could it be she was speaking with family and didn’t even know it yet?