The Point of Return

He seemed surprised that she recognized the last name, and that she had relatives by that surname as well. The more Memento Mori looked him over, the more she started to get a hunch. His next words confirmed it though; Ezra was her uncle’s son. She didn’t know the mother, nor did she recall the name, though it was possible he had mentioned it to her at some point. “Well it all makes sense now,” Meme hummed. “You and I are cousins, Ezra. Ulric Adravendi was my uncle. Don’t know if you have any siblings, but we’re all related!” Her eyes were shining a bit now, happy. “It’s good to know he settled down. He… tried really hard for my mom and me.” The girl’s pale eyes softened.

“I’m afraid I’ve never met your mom though. I don’t know if he is but… is there any chance my uncle is still in the pack with you guys?” Meme asked. She had noticed the pack scent lingering on Ezra's coat and could have sworn her uncle had mentioned some pack or another last time they met. “I never really got a chance to thank him for everything… I just hope he doesn’t think I took it for granted.” She wouldn’t blame him if he did, however. She had been a bit of a wild kid, to say the least. On top of wanting to find out if Ezra knew where her uncle was currently she also wanted the chance to get to know him better, should he be willing.

She didn’t have much in the ways of familial ties left and didn’t have as much value in them as she probably should have, but it felt like the right thing to do. Meme had the boys but at the end of the day, they were jackals, not wolves. And as much as she might try to pretend that she didn’t want to interact with others of her own kind she was a social creature at heart… she had just changed the way she approached and thought about things. Besides, maybe Ezra was the hope she needed for family in the future. Someone to remind her that, no matter what, blood was blood.