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"Sankor Koios," Geneva answered easily. The two-toned male was hard to forget. He had such a kind soul and a ready smile. He had been the first creature Geneva had considered a friend outside of her own pack when she had arrived in Nova Scotia. She missed seeing him, and all the witty banter they used to engage in. She remembered that the man used to call her the bandit, calling the mild mannered woman a thief or criminal. And he had been something along the lines of "the long arm of the law." It had been strange to be so playful, but she had enjoyed her time with Sankor.
She wondered if this pale woman had known the man, but she knew better than to ask. Mew would probably tell her in due time if she had had any contact with Sankor. The male had been well-traveled, as they had first met in neutral territories, and again in her old pack land, Crimson Dreams. She was certain that he must have been active member of his pack too. "He used to speak of his sisters, though I don't remember their names," Geneva admitted, sounding a bit sheepish. She usually paid more attention to detail.
She wondered if this pale woman had known the man, but she knew better than to ask. Mew would probably tell her in due time if she had had any contact with Sankor. The male had been well-traveled, as they had first met in neutral territories, and again in her old pack land, Crimson Dreams. She was certain that he must have been active member of his pack too. "He used to speak of his sisters, though I don't remember their names," Geneva admitted, sounding a bit sheepish. She usually paid more attention to detail.