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Kalyska didn’t look up immediately, her focus on crushing the yarrow between her paws, the sharp, earthy scent mingling with the bite of winter. his words, rough and blunt, settled over her like a layer of frost. she paused, her hazel eyes flicking to the horizon he’d gestured toward. home. it sounded like a dream long buried beneath ash and snow. she spoke, her voice steady but quieter, as if confessing something she rarely admitted aloud.  

A pack. Place to belong again. But not simple. she glanced up at him, the vulnerability in her hazel eyes flickering like a flame. No want to be burden—liability.

her gaze drifted to the horizon he had pointed toward, the mountains stark and unyielding against the winter sky. Tried, before. But pack want fighters, hunters, power to offer. I… I only mend what broken. Even then, training not complete.  

her jaw tightened briefly before she looked back at him, her tone sharpening just slightly, as if deflecting the rawness of her words. Home saw me as pawn for promised mate, alliance they say. Push me around they think like father.

her lips pressed into a thin line anger she long harbored threatening to break her carefully pieced demeanor. after a moment, she exhaled, softening once more. I not let happen again. If new pack take me, I will be asset. Not tool, not burden because need me like I need them.

Kalyska straightened, the yarrow taking root as to the blood had begun to clot. with a small amount of resin she managed to coax from the tree, she carefully begun to lay it upon the wound.