one step of a million

She clicked her tongue. There had already been a strong feeling that Sybil wasn't good for hunting or fighting. She had met many wolves on her travels that had skills elsewhere. There was no judgment, even if Wren believed that the girl should at least be able to hunt a bit. That was just a survival skill. Still, she had nipped the fish expertly enough. There was hope for instinct to kick in.

"It's okay not to know" she replied at last, though no sympathy was in her eyes. Sybil didn't need it, nor want it. "people tell you to decide this and decide that. They tell you to pick right away. Sometimes, you just need to feel out a decision. No commitments. No real loyalty to a cause." Not unless Sybil wanted to be.

But. "You just do you" Wren added "go where you want. Be who you want to be. You're still young. You have plenty of time to decide what to do." And there was no shame in that.

"Speech"