Slowly but surely Novella had been introducing herself back into pack life. Perhaps one thing that had helped her kick herself into gear was when Fate had caught a fish for her. If her little boy was succeeding in bringing something home for dinner, then it was about time that she began to do the same. A few solo hunts, just small prey that unfortunately had more failures than successes but she was trying.
She'd even taken a couple of patrols of the border, Aslan's scent upon the lands had been far stronger than her own and though she had been proud of her son stepping up and helping, it once more made her feel a little bad that she had done nothing. Perhaps if she ran into Hecate she'd finally sympathise with the girl on the matter of feeling useless, she'd certainly felt that way now for a while and she did not like it. It made matters worse that she knew she could do these things but suddenly life just seemed so difficult.
She wasn't rushing herself into being an Author again just yet. Perhaps she would be ready to officially hold her title again soon but for now she eased herself back into it. There were still darker days that she felt like hiding away in her den though this morning she was up and about for a quiet walk along the beach.
