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Cadeau cracked an amused smile at the joke of the moths having bad fashion sense over the butterfly's more extravigant coloring. "Yeah, maybe. Least I hope so, everyone should feel like they belong." She wondered, had her father crafted that story solely for herself, predicting that maybe his child would be born into a world that didn't want to accept her differences? Cadeau didn't linger on the thought long, instead dragging a paw through the sand. 

"Papa didn't like stories that just ended," Cadeau mused at the memory, having asked him why she never got to hear about the happily ever afters and the whatnots. "Me and my brother use to hate him for it," she chuckled softly, shaking her head as she recalled the doleful faces of two small half wolf pups begging their father for the final details of whatever story he told. "He didn't believe that stuff finished that easily, that or maybe he was a lazy story teller." She couldn't help tacking on some humor to it, smiling.