You're really bad at answering questions, you know that?
[It was like listening to a riddle or something, answering a bit while creating more confusion. He's a wolf that looks human. If he had more of his memories, this would actually make a lot of sense, but at the moment, Tsume is still confused.
The question about names doesn't jog anything at first. Then a memory comes unbidden to his mind at the mention of a forest. He's traveling through one, cloaked in his human illusion. There's an owl with no scent above him. Something's not right with it. He mentions this to someone at his left, someone he can't see the face of.
The owl stares down at them, blank eyes creepy. 'An owl that's suspicious. Wolves that look delicious. They all wandered in and got lost as one. Well done!' It flies off after Tsume leaps up and tries to catch it.]
The Forest of Death...
[He says to himself. The owl had tried to make sure he and whoever he was with had never left. To make sure the forest lived up to its name. A dead thing whose spirit had never left his final resting place, a ghost who tried to make sure the wolves died too.
He gives an all-over shake like he's got a coat full of water, shaking the memory off. What a thing to remember in a place like this.]
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[It was like listening to a riddle or something, answering a bit while creating more confusion. He's a wolf that looks human. If he had more of his memories, this would actually make a lot of sense, but at the moment, Tsume is still confused.
The question about names doesn't jog anything at first. Then a memory comes unbidden to his mind at the mention of a forest. He's traveling through one, cloaked in his human illusion. There's an owl with no scent above him. Something's not right with it. He mentions this to someone at his left, someone he can't see the face of.
The owl stares down at them, blank eyes creepy. 'An owl that's suspicious. Wolves that look delicious. They all wandered in and got lost as one. Well done!' It flies off after Tsume leaps up and tries to catch it.]
The Forest of Death...
[He says to himself. The owl had tried to make sure he and whoever he was with had never left. To make sure the forest lived up to its name. A dead thing whose spirit had never left his final resting place, a ghost who tried to make sure the wolves died too.
He gives an all-over shake like he's got a coat full of water, shaking the memory off. What a thing to remember in a place like this.]
No. Neither of those names mean anything to me.