Hushed Willows sisuuk ⥱

If there was anything that she could use to distract herself from the wants and desires of womanhood, it was spending time with Moonwoman and her granddaughter. Though she had only just started learning the arts of healing, the red wolf felt herself grasp the teachings with minimal difficulty. 

The undeniable need to be as useful as she can be for her new pack, where she wasn’t able to be for her family, was the driving factor. She knew that, in truth, there was nothing, no amount of teachings, that would have, or could have, changed the way things had occurred the day she returned to them. Ruin had kept her hidden away, like a dragon kept his horde, and she was only able to escape him, but not before she was able to see her family again…alive.

Memories of the past were ever so slowly, but surely, coming fewer and further in between. Easier to surface from and so she did as she heard Kukutux call for her. 

“Moonwoman,” she bowed respectfully. Her question had made her pause. Surely she had thought about this? There had always been only one want, so she spoke it aloud. “I want to be the most useful I could be for my pack. Would it be naive of me to want it all? To dabble in the art as a whole rather than only bits and pieces?”