But I put it out of my mind Long enough to call it courage To live without a lifeline
She just felt so lethargic. She didn’t want to move, and the energy definitely wasn’t there. She recognized it for what it was, her body working to create life which still shook her deep to her core as she continued to spiral in existential crisis. Still, she forced her way through it, because she felt this driving need to be useful and to prove her worth. She could sleep later, after she had helped hunt, or patrolled the borders, or gathered more herbs. She had been gathering locally but knew that soon she would have to brave a trip down the mountainside in order to find herbs that didn’t grow at such altitudes.
Anything she could do to keep busy, she was doing to keep busy. She hadn’t missed that she was the only scent to change, and she knew that she had to fight to prove her worth, at least that was what she thought she knew. It was the idea of reciprocity. She did a good job, did her job and then some, and she was allowed to stay. She didn’t even know what Aleister was thinking. What if he decided the pack couldn’t support two litters and kicked her out? The idea sent a sense of dread into her stomach because she couldn’t do this alone. She supposed she could make the voyage home, and she knew her father would help take care of her, that the numbers of the Trail could support the life she brought into the world, but it was such a long journey to make given her condition.
One of these days, she would need to stop catastrophizing and actually speak to Al about her anxiety, but for now she just worked on hunting down herbs just outside of the pack borders to bring back for storage.