Stone Circle The years weigh heavy and I'm not sure

Her heart sinks and she shifts her nose. Gunnar is still strong in spite of his age, yet how horrible it must be to live with pain as a constant reminder of that. To never again walk without it.

She thinks quietly of the girl she had been in Lyotak, and the kind of wolf she might be for Kvarsheim. She was a huntress in another life, a swift tracker with the pack’s advantage. Though hunting in the highlands was different, and she’d lost much of her native skill in the year of southbound travel.

And it was true that she may not like medicine. She certainly lacked a healer’s precision and bedside manner. She’d never given herbs much more than a passing glance. She only knew she wanted to be of use in some way, but she didn’t know what shape that would take.

“I will go to Riverclan in the summer,” she decides she should be well enough to travel by then. Maybe she was cut out for healing. Or perhaps she would make a fool of herself in the process. Either way, she would find out.

She was no longer living day to day- she was making plans. Her tail ticks a little excitedly at the thought.

She looks back to Gunnar, eyes softening. “No one eats alone,” she promises.
“Have you lived here all your life?”