Sun Mote Copse all my friends are turning green

Being back was... weird, especially without her father being around and leading the pack. Even now did she look up to him, his grandeur casting a shadow she might never escape. Bronco reminded her of him - strong and sturdy and, who knows, perhaps even fatherly when push came to shove. Though she was proud of him, and of mother for sticking with him, she wondered; what was she supposed to be? With a remnant of her childhood, Wraen, now leading the pack, it was hard to ask for definitive advice.

She had learned tips and tricks during her time with the Frosthawks, though her favorite lessons included a dark woman with eyes like lightning; Raven. She had taught Nellie the basics of healing, but Nellie had a long way to go and they didn't have many healers she could learn from. Of course she could also hunt, track and knew basic, defensive fighting, but other than that? No aspirations, no dreams and especially no talents.

She was digging a new cache when Wraen came looking for her. When she spotted the green-eyed Sovereign, she chuffed a polite greeting and wagged her tail - not assuming the leader was looking for her.