The Heartwood Ashen Remains

Vale moved to follow Bridget, keeping in line with her flank as they continued through young forest. Her nose twitching as she regularly scented the air. If asked to identify a plant from sight alone, Vale knew that she would most certainly fail. Mint, however, had a distinctive scent. Makes plant hunting easier!

Her gaze flickered between Bridget and their route through the saplings. Absorbing what the larger woman said, turning it over in her mind, and thinking over a response. She had, after all, left her own pack not too long ago and came to the Teekons.

Well, I don't have much in terms of life experience... Vale looked down to her paws, mulling over her words before looking up to Bridget again, But if they care for you in return, shouldn't they be accepting? Like — sad to see you go but confident that you can make your own choices?

Shaking her out her pelt — and hopefully her own awkwardness — Vale made a mental note: Get better at talking to others.

When I left home, my littermates were a bit huffy that I was leaving without them. But my dad let me go without a fight. He was sad, but he let me do it. Maybe talk to whoever is in your corner at home first?