"I know her." Lucy gazed down at Myrkvan and smiled, holding her hand out for the wolfdog to sniff. "Hi Myrk." It was odd to think that she'd be a stranger to the pet that had protected her for thirteen years.
"She was mine for a long time." She could remember a much older Myrkvan keeping her company as she recovered from the incident when she was twelve. She'd lost Myrk not long after that, but had always appreciated the time they had together. "Such a good girl." She cooed and gave Myrk a gentle pet.