Haunted Wood We make our own future.

Towhee appreciated Raven's reassurances, though it did little to make her feel better. If she couldn't hunt worth a damn, then she probably would have to leave the pack. Her throat felt dry and pinched, her stomach hollow, not with hunger but with fear. After all, she shouldn't burden the pack with another hungry mouth that couldn't even contribute. But if she left, then how could she possibly provide for herself?

"Thanks, Rave," Towhee muttered, then turned away and began wordlessly leading the way back home. There was too much on her mind, too many feelings fluttering in her chest, to even try to make conversation, so she kept her gaze on the caldera and stewed in her moody silence.