Stone Circle louder than god's revolver and twice as shiny

The boy's approach goes unnoticed far longer than it should. Keen curses herself as she flinches, undeniably startled by the loud greeting; had she really been so lost in her own mind? Her gaze finds him in an instant, but she doesn't see him. She doesn't hear him, either — not at first. The first thing she registers is the scents on his fur, thick and choking and far too familiar, and for a moment the rest falls away.
Singing? She hears herself say when she comes back to herself, though it somehow doesn't sound quite like her — more like another speaking through her, disjointed and detached. It's — nice. She swallows, then — Who are your parents? She already knows, of course; how could she not? But she needs to hear it aloud, to finally receive proof of what she's always known: Valette has replaced her broken little family with a new one, something better, something whole. She wonders if her mother even thinks about her, now.