Bearclaw Valley a songbird and her cage

again he declared with every bit of identity that he was not who she thought him to be. and if he'd said it one more time, she might have truly believed him. but all she could see suggested otherwise, and some thread of assurance grappled to her heart.

"if you are not him, why are you wearing his skin?" her question lacked punch, now wilted to only heartache and uncertainty. "you look exactly, and i mean exactly like him." but there was a lack of discernment in that statement — nephele saw only what she wanted to, and ignored what she did not.

she slumped, a twinge of regret and apology written across her features. "got a long lost twin?" she tried to ease the tension, but there was no laughter to her voice. she turned away, the scent of the wolverine but a wisp on the wind now.