A white ear twitches as the male makes his way to greet her. He seemed to pause for a moment to look at her, which she doesn’t take much mind to but wondered what he was thinking about. It was at his statement she couldn’t help but find humor in. “You’re memory has yet to flee from you.” Enya almost said half humored but quickly destroyed as it began. “You knew my mother well did you not, Castor? It has been whispered that you have many names, and yet this one I much prefer. It is one I know. The story about the boy by the river.” Perhaps Enya spoke too much but she had been silent for a long time and reminiscing on the stories her mother use to tell her of only brought pain and then rage masked by icy-blue eyes.

She stood to her paws looking at the creature; he was much different than her tricolored beast and this place was far different from her valley. She grew anxious and agitated almost as if revisiting that night and it burned within her. She shook her head slightly as the silence grew between them before regaining the ability to speak. “I will not waste your time, I come to seek shelter for a season or so. I can bring you a gift of prey for a little while if you allow me to tuck away, some place by the sea away from your others.” Enya rather liked to be isolated other than her family and it seems all but Ripper minded company.

Enya regretted returning to this pack, but all the same, she knew what she must do for herself a few seasons. She could tuck herself away, far from the den of her birth, far from her memory. Perhaps it was best she not talk much of her mother, or family, even her children. She wanted nothing more than to go lie down, far away from it all. “Pardon me, I am feeling rather ill today.” She said rather formally not caring to continue much of a conversation in these moments almost longing for her son's company or anything that soothed this itch to rip all of her past to shreds.