Who am I, really?

Ray frowned at Volt as he told her he knew everything. But did he really? Did he know about her friend Ren, about her reenactment of the mud monster tale her father had told her about himself and Voltage? About her secretly learning to swim so her dad wouldn't keep banning the ocean from her? Or how about the numerous times she had sneaked from her parents arms to enjoy the freedom of the cool, open air?
She narrowed her eyes, searching his own, seeking out what secrets might be hidden beneath that steady golden gaze. did he know?

After that it was story time and she settled down to listen, doing her best to take in what he was saying. She also wanted to know how much he would do with his voice. Would he change it for different characters? Lower it in sad moments, raise it to create suspense? Her daddy did wonders putting on different voices until she giggled. Had Volt ever heard his impersonation of him?

It took her a couple sentences to realize this was a different version of Astrea's tale and she furrowed her brow as she listened to the differences. Astrea had told it to make it sound like the first litter was cast out before the second was born, where Voltage talked about them having a year together. She also noticed that in Voltage's tale the two oldest brothers where much more important guides and protectors to the family – they where the thing that brought the family together, and held it there.

The story moved on to the beach – that stupid, over glorified land that she wasn't even allowed to explore because of the flooding, and she scowled. Why did everyone talk to highly of it and then ban her from it? It was like they where daring her to swim out there and explore the flooded caves. Cloud, Mouse, Storm? She was struggling to follow along and match all the representation to their respective owners. Who was the cloud? Soon there would be more? Because that wasn't cryptic at all. She frowned harder at him, willing this apparently knowledgeable wolf to somehow turn all her chasing thoughts into questions he could answer. " “Because its our history?” she asked when he ended his tale with a question. She paused then, trying to form her thoughts into something tangible. " “who's the Cloud and the Mouse? Who's the Storm? The Light? And who's Elen-a-tri-isity. And how am I replacing them?” she wondered. " “You tell the story much different to Astrea through I can see its the same one. She used stars, and hers was a little different” she explained.

"Burn Baby Burn"