Guide me

When was the last time she had spoken to her mother? Voodoo found herself questioning this in the twilight light. She was older now, thickened and strong. While she felt like the klein blood flowing through her was strength she also felt as if she meant nothing. She hadnt done much in habari and her curiousity about Ashen still remained strong. Who was she in this family, she wasnt a princess like shed like to be. Hell she hadnt even met her siblings from Ashen. So, she looked for Recluse.

Voodoo deliborately had slept in and stayed up late to catch the alpha. Yet she didnt want to intrude with a summons. She still shared a den with her children after all. She felt lost, who was she, a warrior, a healer? Not only that, did she belong where she was?