Hushed Willows Help An Old Girl Out

The lack of greenery deeply disturbed the aging female as she padded between the once lush willows. Nova knew that the regrowth of everything would take many, many weeks, and she hoped the Spring would aid in such things. Already the elder was refusing to eat, for the most part, and most of her free time was spent patrolling. She contented her body to eating the bland, odd-textured locusts instead of taking kills away from the wolves who were a help to the Keep.... After Tavis sharp words and rejection, the golden female had been feeling downright useless. A storyteller had little use, and though there were young wolves she could pass her knowledge to, none of them ever seemed to be around. She felt very disconnected from everyone, minus Warbone and Grace. Even the alpha, she knew little of. There were two in the pack who seemed to be interested in healing, but Trick and Grace probably knew almost as much as her in that subject. As for warriors, well, the poor golden female was just too old to be sparring and such anymore. So what use was she? The faded female slunk her way aimlessly through the deadened territory, ghostly eyes pained and distressed.