Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

Inside her chest there’s a thrum of nervous heart, reluctant to unbind herself from the anonymity she’s clung to. This is a steeper price than even a hunt for a bull-elk! But, if she has ever believed in the designs of fate, this moment might be one of them- that their paths crossed here when at most she needed to hear the words he had to give.

And half in this little sliver of wood she’ll endeavor to stay, one foot building for the pack of Kvarsheim, the other keeping in communion with matters of the heart and mind, that clarity which was made possible by the kindness of the stranger-therapist.

So, without a breath of shyness and a full curling lip of gratitude, she gives her name.

“Tauris.”