Morningside Cuesta if you can't be good, be gone

It went without saying that Liri remained as well hidden from her pack members as she could. 

The snow sprite was in no shape to hunt or perform many tasks of physical labor. Much of her time was spent sleeping, and consequently healing, or readying a den for when she gave birth. 

The healer felt guilty whenever Sunspot would help her, often by bringing her charge game or herbs from the caches. Liri took only what she needed from the creamy woman who had become her keeper and protector. Yet, this didn't assuage the notion that the rest of Morningside would find her useless. 

The sylph could avoid directly interacting with any of the members by remaining hidden away in the den, of which only Sunspot could approach without the young mother feeling territorial. She could not, however, avoid a direct summons to a pack meeting. 

The patch-work of scars limped to the clearing with only a dull ache in her ankle rather than a burning throb. She lingered on the fringes of the gathering, avoiding the gazes of those already arrived as she posed submissively. 

The woman's dark eyes flickered discreetly, searching for Sunspot subconciously. The woman was her anchor of familiarity and Liri felt unbalanced without the presence of her caretaker.