Broken Antler Fen but written in history

A new pack, hm. Henwen supposed she could have need to join a pack. She missed pack life.
"I see," she mused, looking to the pale youth with a smile.
"I'm Henwen. I could be useful to founding a pack," if the woman was so set on her daughter being a leader, surely it would be her choice, only with her mother's advice. 

Henwen could scout easily enough as well as fight for the territory if need be. Surely she'd have time to still dedicate to her deities. This concept it the proposed leader seemed promising anyway.