The Heartwood aupaqtuq ⏜

Kukutux's murmured response reminded Lane that the Glen was not the only pack with losses. She winced, embarrassed once again by her own insensitivity. Here Lane was, whining about how she didn't fit in, while Kukutux-- suffering silently and gracefully through actual, real grief-- listened empathetically and offered solutions. Nice going, Lane. 

Lane frowned, distracted from her self-deprecating thoughts by Kukutux's advice. When people spoke of belonging, they almost always talked about "finding where you belong" as if it was an actual place out there. Lane assumed that if she travelled long and far enough, she would end up there eventually. But was if Kukutux was right, and it was more about planting your own roots, well... Lane knew all about how plants worked. They had to be patient, and they had to be still. 

"Maybe that's true," Lane allowed, her disquiet evident in her faltering voice. She blinked, listening to Kukutux's reasoning behind motherhood. She had never thought of it that way-- that she would have better care to offer a mother if she had been a mother herself. That reasoning appealed to her more logical side, and without really realizing it she found herself agreeing. 

"Yeah, I guess.. I guess I would give it a shot," Lane found herself saying. It was all hypothetical anyway... it's not like there was anyone here, offering to make motherhood happen for her. Or was there? Lane cocked her head questioningly. 

"So about these matches, then.." she trailed off, not even really sure what she was asking.