Bearclaw Valley reliance

@Poet

Times had been so strange and tumultuous. The scents and actions of her packmates had confused her greatly, and she felt younger than ever even as she transcended the last, cold dregs of her childhood. With the aid and protection of the pack, Sif had blossomed into the dangerous young woman she'd always been destined. But all that growth didn't make it any easier to understand what was happening to her packmates, and thus, the girl sought out her most trusted friend.

"Poet?" she called softly, lowering her head as she approached the other woman's altar. She laid a fine, blue feather on the ground, looking around somewhat nervously.