Finding my Place

Varushka paced outside of the den she shared with Khranbari. The snow was well packed along where her paws had stepped back and forth many times. This winter season was still in full swing and while Varushka had only just joined Valta, she had contributed very little. It was the primary agreement upon Varu’s joining requirements that she contributed in some way. However, she had found herself at a loss on how to help the pack. She had tried patrolling, but she would usually run into Khranbari and felt it was rather redundant to both be patrolling at one time. Her hunting skills solo were also pretty pathetic, occasionally bringing in a scrawny rabbit or crow. Her hopes were that maybe someone would use them for crafting rather than eating as there wasn’t much meat on them.

Was there anything else she could do? The earthen woman huffed, her breath was a billowing puff of smoke in the cold air. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a part of Valta. Her brown paws started to feel heavy and numb from the cold, or maybe it was just her disappointment slowing her down. She stopped where she stood and lifted her head. She needed to meet with Aslatiel. The pack leader seemed to be pretty busy as of late, but maybe she could just give her some orders. Something, anything to do. Varushka really didn’t want to be alone for another harsh winter.

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