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So she is to be a mother, Asherah realizes, and thinks that perhaps she could help them with their children. She had never before put thought to what exactly she would do with her life outside the Malkaria. She had been a Acolyte, an aspiring Priestess, but with no one to complete the rituals and to teach her the words would be but husks of their true meaning. Perhaps she could help with childcare, or midwife. She adores children, and she has watched women give birth, has given birth herself. 

She learned from the Malkaria and from her own Mother, and time would only continue to increase her knowledge. The idea brought her some comfort, it was nice to have a plan even as potential as this one. Any pack would need midwives, or childcare or else they would not survive. She could be useful to Drageda, or someone else, and that was better than simply needing a home. Still, the idea of trusting a pack alarmed her and she wasn't yet ready to jump headfirst. She wanted to speak with Molech, to be sure this was a sign for her.

"It was nice to meet you too." She returns, watching as the woman turns to make her leave. Inside, she shivers with fear and worry and is jealous of the home the woman would return too. She misses safety, true sleep. She misses being able to trust another wolf, misses that companionship of sisters, packmates, even if she had been left alone. She does not watch for long, for fear of delving too deep into the darkness, and turns and calls for her children to follow. She must pray, and hunt for their dinner.