Bearclaw Valley One year later...

Valette sat by the river, looking down at her distorted image. Still, it made her think. What would her relationship be with her father and her mother if they were still living here, having a pack. She might not have met Mason or Steady. She would never have Hiram as her father figure. Maybe her sisters would be still together. It was tough to think about, but on the other hand she didn't want the lose those wolves that she had been close with.

She was so in thought that she didn't hear the ghost approach. She didn't expect any other wolf to be here since the entrance was such a difficult find. However when she spotted movement next to her she was startled and jumped. The other seemed to jump too but not because of her but because of his... refection? The girl instantly had her hackles raised and stood defensively across from him. Her hind legs in the stream.

Her hazel eyes fell on the ... male. But he looked just like his mother. She blinked and became confused. Those red eyes she had trusted, pale fur, yet dark pigment. He was like her mother. For a moment she wished he was her mother. Her heart was racing, growing sad that he wasn't her. That he was someone else. Yet, maybe he was related to her? Could it be?

She didn't find those blood red eyes scary, she looked right into them as she stood across from him, rather shocked looking. "You look just like my mother," she spoke, trying to recover from her shock. For her it was like seeing a ghost because she had passed away.