Bearclaw Valley reliance

Though she has gotten better at emersing herself with the pack, Poet still struggles to feel connected to the daily happenings of Bearclaw. She reflects on her conversation with Laurel, wondering if the grouchy woman had somewhat of a valid point. 

But: there is someone here she knows well and cares for. Sif. The ex-priestess hasn't seen her sister-wife recently and chides herself gently for not seeking her company out sooner when it is exactly the balm she needs. As if summoned by her thoughts the girl appears, carrying a gift.. oh! A warm smile spreads across her features, brightening her sleepy gaze. "Sif," she returns the greeting, reaching out to gently brush her nose against Sif's in a gentle sign of affection.