Spiders web

Shed calmed down now. Though she couldn’t shake the feeling her new home would be ripped out from under her again. Voodoo tried to push these unwanted thoughts far down where she couldn’t reach them. It appeared he’d kept his promise and for now these lands were safe for her and her daughters. Where phantom was she wasn’t sure and there was still no sign of Req. It was hard to believe she spent almost two years being tossed around packs. Now she took stock, savory herbs, calming tinctures, pastes for aches and pains. Her craft was something she’d begun to run herself into.

Still though she was curious about the culture of this pack. Where would she fit in and would she simply fade into the shadows like she usually had. Voodoo sneezed, shaking her thick fur as her necklace shook on her neck. She was still fond of the bone pendants. A last remanence of the feeling of being special. Yet she really just was a nobody.