Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

"You think?"
He didn't know if he was sorry.
He also didn't think any being larger than himself would look upon his stance, but she did not know that.

He felt an empty pit in his gut. He did not know what good he could do, or offer, where he stood in no position to do for any. Hunt? He did that. He held no other skillset nor helpful knowledge. No good use, outside of it. No one to do something good for.
Is what he thought now.

"If you had to do something for Starclan--, what would you do?"
He watched her, and what he saw as fear, change to curiosity and a thinking brain. She thought big things- a lot of things.

But perhaps there would be a future pull that overcame him larger than he could ever have imagined.