Northstar Vale -- economy of blessings

this was going to be open to everyone, but I wanted to start another active post in NV.

The woman had been quiet since her arrival in the Vale, keeping to herself and staying as small as possible.  The Vale's king had been kind to her, allowing her to stay on his land in turn for her help.  Her chosen trade was useless for now for those in her new family were all much too young to think about litters, so she would do what she could in the meantime.

Today, that meant a hunt.  She had more or less recovered from the injuries that the ocean and her travels had inflicted upon her and she itched to stretch her legs.  She lifted her maw to the air and let out a call, reaching out towards any of her packmates to join her.  The ambitious woman seeked to bring back something large, if luck would so have it.

Desperate to prove her worth to her newfound family, her nose found the ground and she started to scent.  It was not long at all before she scented a rabbit, trail beelining in and out of the treelines.

Something something, something something, she sucks and didn't bring anything back.