Teetering on the edge

Another timid female?  Gods above... Was there no such thing as self respect in the rest of the world? Seeing the woman cower was sickening. The young girl furrowed her brow as the woman immediately apologized. A sign of weakness. She gave her name as Rhona and Aslatiel accepted it with a nod.

Rhona went on to say that she was processing things,  then,  as though she realized how cryptic that sounded,  she elaborated. Abusive mate. Dead. Her father let the woman stay. Sounded about right. "My father does like to collect the broken," she spoke more to herself than to Rhona. "So who killed him?" That was the interesting part,  wasn't it?

Rhona,  having seen the roll of furs,  offered to help. Asla thought it over for a moment but eventually nodded. "Sure. You grab this one,  I'll grab more." Leaving the roll where she'd dropped it,  Aslatiel grabbed another bundle of things from the communal den then made her way back to the skittish woman.  "Come on then."

Hefting her pack,  Asla led the way across the length of the territory to the opposite side. Her father had constructed this den as a birthday gift. She had her own space now.  Motioning for Rhona to follow her inside,  Asla spotted into the den. There were a few different chambers off of one large,  tall space. One at the back was significantly smaller than the rest. "You can put the furs in there." She began putting her other things away in the mean time.