Luneshale Pass lionhearted girl

the proposition befuddled the girl, and so she pondered on the Queen's words. the place of her birth — she repeated the phrase in her thoughts. she recalled the times when she was as tall as the blades of summer grass; the coolness of the den her mother had built that shielded her from a sun that she only knew in hindsight was far kinder to her then than now. 
the last of her few memories of the Lake was that of the clouded visage of a father she had not seen since infancy and the fleeting glance to a home she had to leave if she wished to reunite with her mother.

she accepted Toula's embrace, but held her tongue. just a moment. 

i'll consider it. though her memories of the Lake were mixed, Racharra thought of her mother. the Lake would be under Akashingo's protection, ensuring that whatever it was that occurred for her mother to have been exiled from her own pack would never occur again. so she hoped. if it is for her. but i'm happy here too.