Hecate was starting to grow nervous as she spoke, saying that she (Hecate) could tell her (Novella) if she did not feel comfortable. "It's not that...." The words were quick and rushed before she finished her sentence. "I... I j-just haven't conversed with others a-all that mu-much. I... I just f-feel useless." She looked at her paws as they scraped at the loose dirt that covered the hard ground. She gulped, knowing that there wasn't much that she could do even if she was ready to take up more responsibilities. Healing? She knew nothing. Hunting? She knew how to scavenge. Fighting? She had always run with her tail between her legs.
