Alpine Lake the stars shine for you, only you

Her tail wags gently, brushing against the cool sands.  The girl's attitude returned and she chuckled silently through her nose. I worry, sometimes.

"Sometimes."  The truth was worry haunted her most of the time, and not just with Mato; everyone in the vale caused these feelings!  Certain appearances had to be kept and as she moved up the ranks she only felt more pressured to keep at it.

It might still take a while for me to be comfortable.  She had to figure herself out, and then forget pretty much everything she had just learned about pack life to focus on the ins and outs of Tindómë.  It was a lot for the yearling to take in, but she knew she was prepared to do it.

"..whom ever you want to be."  What a revolutionary idea, isn't it?  That one does not have to force herself into a niche, but can craft herself how she wants to be?

It hit her then, soothing her identity crisis a bit — there was no rush to form a person or reclaim who she might have been; she simply was who she was.

Thank you, Mato.