The girl that stood before him was older than Warden had first thought. He'd misjudged based on her slight stature, but that was an honest mistake in his mind. She was little, like the pup that lived upstairs in the treehouse. As for names, Warden may have forgotten his manners. Oops, hopefully Mr. Raccoon wouldn't tell on him.
At least she wasn't scared of him. Warden would only learn later not to care what others think... no, at this stage, the boy wants badly to be liked. His ears twitched at her admission, his head quirking to the side. She doesn't have memories. "We've never met," he offered the information. Granted, Warden could have messed with her. Could have, but he chose not to. "I'm Warden Fatalis." The boy is well spoken, clear and direct. He'd forgotten his manners earlier, but it was better late than never. "If you don't remember anyone, how do you remember you?"
