Stone Circle In the heart of mothers

Inkeri had slunk around the pack lands for days. Visiting with her daughter as she would allow her. Learning the new scents and it was with these thoughts and a big fat hare that she approached the borders.

She settled it at her paws and she stared at it with tears blurring her vision. Her mind in turmoil. She always hated this part. She felt so inadequate. What could she offer a pack really? She was worthless in many ways that packs needed. Except to hunt, to birth children. But could she claim that right or skill anymore when she had left her daughters. Tears fell to land on the body of the hare. And she sniffled. Finally gaining a semblance of some control.

She lifted up a wavering call to @Skald. @Turmeric she hadn't seen him yet, but she had smelled him. She would simply hold onto the fact that he would return to her and their daughter someday. Though the latter he may have already.