Bearclaw Valley apertivo

no, no, that's wrong. your mother with the yellow eyes. val visibly blanched. he knew his mothers eyes -- neither were yellow. moreover, she came to mind: the insatiable, unhappy haint of his dreams.

but, that wasn't true, right..? "but my mamans are erzulie and rosalyn.." val countered, a nagging frown worrying his features. there'd been little clues, here and there, that might have thumbed loose a cascade of doubt if val was the doubtful type: how different his body was from his mamans, how with the exception of chacal, he was the only one that was dark.. and how different reginn had been, too..

but that meant his mamans were lying -- and why would they lie? moreover, who was the wolf with the yellow eyes?

his early memories were filled with images of those who had tended to him. rosalyn. erzulie. but there was one other. raleska.

but raleska was his sister! not his maman. of this, val's faith in his mothers were absolute. he shook his head, feeling a new sensation of pain sting his muzzle. "i.. i'm confused."