Bearclaw Valley skull aria

In one breath he claimed,
Mothers do not exist.
In another,
Mothers can die.

Indra did not know death.
Exist, not exist; live, die. It didn't make sense to her. She had been too deeply hidden from those of Rivenwood - too sheltered,
but that was her mother's wish.
You never knew her.

A small sound came then, a splintering.
Indra began to cry. She held each breath close, felt the tremble of her sore body, the wetness spreading in to her tail fur.
Tiny birdsong sounds as he preached his truth for her ears alone.