Bearclaw Valley you are a story

Ico shook his head thoughtfully, glancing up over Toad's tawny shoulder and into the mid-distance and he pondered over the 'O'. For this was the first time Ico had told this story.

Hell, it was the first time it had even occurred to him, and he did not know how true it was.

I'm not sure who my father was. But I have some hazy memory of an ancient wolf called Oma, she died when I was very small. My mother talked about her all the time. I think she was raised by her. I'm not sure.

It was perhaps evident that Ico's mother hadn't talked to him much.