navigating the fog

Aryn smiled gratefully as the alpha assured her that her dreams were not to be ashamed of. She was still unconvinced, the yearling felt an indescribable pull to support her pack more then in just exploring and meeting strangers. To do something important and become a vital part of her family and home. With a soft sigh she banished the negative thinking, breathing in the moor's clean air and looking back over the stones. "Well, if I'm lucky I will find passion in hunting or healing once I start to learn. It would make things a lot easier, I'd sure feel a lot more useful." The girl admitted. If she could only find joy in providing for her pack or healing their wounds, the decision of what to do with her life would be a lot easier. Besides, no matter what the path she decided to take she could still find a mate and have a family. She'd just maybe need to push exploration off to the side, depending on how busy her life as an adult might be.