Namid had been sitting on her thoughts for about a week now, debating if the decision she was going to make was the right one. Truthfully she had been feeling better the past month or so and she felt much her old self again. Somewhere inside of her, though, was hesitant, worried that she wasn’t ready and that if she started prematurely she might go spiraling back into that dark abyss. The simple thought of it made her shudder. But...another part of her, a larger part, told her that she couldn’t back down any longer, couldn’t let another woman do the job that was meant for her. Moonshadow had done a fantastic job at leading in her place and she owed her more than she could ever say, but it wasn’t fair of Namid to allow her to keep going in a place that wasn’t rightfully hers. Logically, she knew that the dark woman was never meant to lead. Not while the Star Dancer was still alive and kicking, anyhow. She pictured the looks on her packmates faces when she’d stepped down. She pictured the faces of her children, the disappointment and confusion she had caused them. She didn’t want them to feel that way, she wanted them to see her as strong.
It was time for Namid to stop using others as a crutch and to start standing on her own.
She headed down to the banks of the lake, pausing on the chilled, sandy shores and looking out across the territory. Her territory. Somehow she knew that it was always meant to be theirs, and even when her and Vespertio were gone it would always belong to their family. She stilled herself and lifted her head to the sky and called for the dark woman, her voice strong and clear. It was time for a thank you, but it was also time for things to go back to how they were supposed to be.