Sawtooth Spire Adaptation

Her task, to find elk, had been put on hold until she had once again reacclimatized herself to her home. Only days had passed since she had joined Mahler and Vylla, and now she'd been thrown into an entirely new place with new faces and personalities. She wasn't sure what to do with all this, but she made herself as small as possible, trying not to be in the way or cause any trouble. Brook worried that she'd be swept under the rug, so to speak, but she also knew that she probably deserved it if that's what happened. She was, more or less, a nothing. She meant nothing to these wolves, and she had convinced herself the most she could do was try and help here and there. She also suspected that she would ruin any help she tried, so maybe it was even better to just... do nothing.

She ate what little she could find in their new home: mostly carrion she came across. What she didn't eat of her findings, she stored in the new caches around Sagtannet's new home. The name still felt fresh and bitter on her tongue, but so had Diaspora, which would remain only a flicker in her memory.

The young girl settled herself on a cold stone, feeling the chill against her still scrawny figure. Maybe she should have made herself useful in some way, but the exhaustion had caught up to her. All she wanted now was rest, and even her strongest desires to help couldn't sway her otherwise.