She didn’t know yet what it meant to be a goddess, but she felt something in her chest, a stirring maybe, a feeling of… something, as Ashiel stood up and told them all of his vision. She couldn’t even begin to understand it, not yet knowing the meaning of the word ‘metaphor’ but their father broke it down for them, explaining that they where the forest in danger of burning.
What did that mean for them? She knew their father would find the right path for them, and she would follow him to the ends of the world, to see the betterment of their family. Family was life, right?
Her father, after many speeches to many people, about taking in pups and following the message left to them through Ashiel, all of which Fel tried to take in, but it was a lot for one little pup to remember. He would then turn to his children, and introduce them to the pack. She puffed up her chest in pride, lifting her head, and letting her eyes drift through the wolves whose eyes where suddenly upon her and her siblings. She stayed still and proud, meeting the eyes of any who looked her way.
She knew one day she would be one of the wolves who wanted to take pride in their rank, of showing she was brave and strong and loyal enough for her pack and her family, so she listened with interest at any who spoke up about changing their pack, but then, before she could think any further on that, their father told them that the pack was moving. moving did that mean leaving the grapevine forever? That was her home, in the midst of those roots and trees and wonders, was her bloody and imagination, the beginnings of her childhood. She tried not to show that she was troubled. After all, her father always knew what was best.