Bearclaw Valley $1 pop

idk just felt like writing

Who are you? It’s the question on everyone’s mind. 

No... no, that wasn’t true. Well, maybe not completely. He is only reflecting his questions onto them.

Who am I? Ah yes, that was more like it. The question lingered in his eyes each time a soul passed his little den. There had to be someone out there that knew, because he surely didn't. Did the men know who he was? Is that why they haven't given up on him yet? Did those two girls know?

Was this home? The child looked to his left, then his right. Were these walls supposed to be comforting to him? Was the dirt between his toes familiar? He buried his paws into it to test. He felt nothing.

Well what of the valley? Surely this was were he grew up. The boy took a step into the night and slowly strolled around. He took note of every tree and every rock and every blade of grass. He didn't recognize a thing. 

He comes across a large puddle of water and slowly steps into it. He peared down and for the first time he saw himself. Dark, ragged, scared, confused.

Who are you?