Moonstone Quarry I can feel your love pull against the tide

With the knowledge of who stood before her, she smiled at the younger of the two, her eyes brightening.

"Thank goodness for that, then. It's good to know who I might run into here. Well met, Tikaani. I'm Fleurette—but please, call me Fleur."

Her gaze shifted back to the elder woman as she considered the offer. A quiet fear stirred within her—the fear of being useless if things were ever to go wrong. The need to belong, to be an essential part of the pack, was always there, rattling quietly at the back of her mind. It was the kind of itch that never truly went away, one she could never quite reach.

Until now—until a possible solution rose before her, standing here in the flesh. Or perhaps, the beginning of one.

"Well, I’m unsure what the pack would require... that’s a question for Solharr, our Hárkonungr. They lost their—" she paused, searching for the right word, "—their seiðkona. I could feel how important they were to them." Another pause as she thought of the others, remembering their faces as Solharr had broken the news to them. "I just want to support them in whatever way I can."

A breeze picked up, stirring through the Quarry and lifting her fur, as if the wind itself was pleased she would offer what she could to its newest dwellers. 

"I want to learn how to care for my people. I wish for healing paws." I wish to be useful.

The sun-kissed woman stepped closer, a quiet question shining in her eyes as she stopped before the moonwoman.

"Would you help me in this, Kukutux?"