Bearclaw Valley i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day

The shock and joy at finding a nephew before her was short-lived. His bitterness was all too apparent, like the first blast of arctic air as autumn turned to winter. She found herself without words, and took a moment to compose herself, instead committing the sight of him to memory.

Ancelin. Nephew.

I guess it does, yeah, Lilitu finally admitted, letting free an exhale tinged with apology. I haven't seen her in years, either. I'm sorry. . .our family is kind of, um, flighty.

She gave him the gentlest of smiles, and raised her muzzle in gesture over his shoulder, deeper into the valley. But this is your home now? she asked rhetorically. What made you come back? When I came last, it wasn't settled at all.