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Cadeau couldn't help the somber pang that poked her heart at the mention of family, she hid it as far as she could into her very bones. She missed them with a passion, a thirst that couldn't be quenched and it killed her knowing she would never be allowed back home with her mother and brother. "So I take it story telling runs in the family business huh?" Cadeau quipped in a light, wistful tone. 

At the question, she nodded her head. "Mama and papa told me and my brother bed time stories often, my favorite was about the butterfly that soared into tomorrow." Cadeau recalled the story vividly, it had been one her father told more times than she could count... mostly because she demanded it often in her youth, wanting to hear about the lowly caterpillar who found its wings to forge its way to a land of promise. It was strange how she felt kinship with the butterfly now that she was out here alone as an adult wolf. "Papa knew a lot of them, not that mama didn't but papa definately was the one who was really into making and telling them. I don't know how he was so creative, I think I'd run out of ideas." She shrugged with a nostalgic gleam to her eyes and smile.