Finding my Place

The earthen woman was startled at the sound of her name being spoken to her. She turned around to see Aslatiel carrying snowshoe hares with her snow leopard. Dipping her head to the small blonde leader she replied, ”Aslatiel, hello. Sorry, I didn’t hear you approaching.” The snow leopard grabbed the hares Asla had dropped and took them away to the storage dens. Her leader had been out hunting, even if leading and protecting her pack wasn’t enough she was always out providing for them all. Varushka was grateful, but she could feel the weight of her worries on her back like a load of stones. ”Oh, yes we are fine. Thankyou. Khranbari’s bear furs are quite insulating.” She didn’t want to talk about him though, she was determined to find a way she could help the pack. Her train of thought was temporarily derailed as a cold wind sliced right through her dense brown fur. Asla had the right idea as she led them toward her own den, which Varu had yet to actually see for herself. As they stepped inside, Varushka noted how spacious it was inside, and the little fire near the center was hardly a flicker. Asla tossed a few pieces of wood onto the embers and the flames began to lick at the new fuel and grow in size. The warmth emitting from it was very enticing and Varushka joined her leader on one of the cushions beside her. After settling down by the warmth for a minute she had nearly forgotten what she had come to talk about. ”I know I haven’t been here for very long, but I feel like I still haven’t found a way to be more useful around here. I’ve tried patrolling, but I seem to always run into someone who has already nearly completed the routes. I try to hunt for us or gather, but I’m a poor hunter alone and there isn’t much to gather in such bad weather.” She glanced out the mouth of the den, the wind had brought a mini blizzard and snow was beginning to pile up. ”Have you any idea of a way I could be more useful to you? I don’t want to be a burden..” Varu set her gaze back on the flames, their warmth felt nice on her cold aching paws. She sighed quietly as she thought, ”I don’t even know how to make a fire.. What good am I?”

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