But I put it out of my mind Long enough to call it courage To live without a lifeline
These things happened, and while she knew it was stressful on a parent, she had been Kateri once. She had gotten lost and driven her mother sick with worry, but in the end everything had worked out. She was just relieved to have her daughter back. Cooping her up in a den would do no good, and the mother knew that too, no matter how she wished to protect her from the world who had already proven it could hurt her.
The question came and she smiled softly, nodding in response. “Yes, and when your leg is stronger you could even go with me on short trips to collect herbs if you’d like.” She offered, knowing it would be a way for her to stretch her legs under supervision. She knew not every wolf was as invested in plants as she was, but she also knew that her daughter liked to help. Sympathy leaked into her gaze as she expressed her anger and her sadness, using her words to describe her thoughts and feelings. She truly was growing up, and it made Aquene’s heart grow in that moment… it also made her consider if maybe this following spring Kateri might have siblings to play with and guide… it was a topic she was not sure of how to approach.
The fresh air was nice. Even Aquene needed out of her stores to get away from the stiff air that tended to linger inside. Her daughter curled against her and she smiled softly as she thought of how to explain it. “I came from a pack just like this one… it was called Cold Stone Trail. Did you know you’re your grandfather lived on this very mountain when he was your age? He did… I did not realize it until I came here myself, but your grandfather, and your great-great-uncle and great-great-aunt all lived around this place at one point.” She began to introduce as she looked around and enjoyed the scenery for a moment in reminisce.
“Our pack was a family… your grandma and grandpa were the king and queen and they were kind. The borders were protected by strong warriors. Your grandmother was a very gifted healer… she taught me everything that I know. Your great uncle Lachesis was as well, he also taught me everything I know. Together they turned me into the Shaman that I am able to be for you and the rest of the Cove. My great aunt, your great-great-aunt Lilya was a strong warrior just like your grandpa. She was fierce and protective… they led a pack that lived separate but close to Cold Stone Trail.” She figured starting with the dynamics might work the best.
“You have many aunts and uncles too… As far as I know they are all still at home with your grandpa. There’s Natalia, Dusk, Agravain, Percival, Aisa, Morgause, Kaliska, and Ciqala.” There were a lot of names. “And they were just about as different as different could be. They loved to run around and explore. Ciqala was a scout, just like Chan is. She’d go on big missions to far away lands and return with the best stories… and Kaliska? She was funny. She learned all of the stories and histories of the Trail, often telling them to anyone who would listen… your grandfather started to train her as a diplomat and a historian to carry out history down the generations.” She spoke fondly, warmth clear in her tone and a bittersweet sadness in her eyes. She wished her mother were here.
“Dusk and Percival were fierce warriors just like Aunt Lilya and your grandpa. I once watched the two of them face down a mountain lion alone. I still think it was a miracle they returned with few injuries and your grandmother had quite the lecture for them while she treated them.” She recalled how terrified she had been. It had been one of her first days in training, with her older siblings going off and doing something reckless like that. “And Aisa? Agravain? They were hunters. They could track a herd for days. I’ve never seen a patience like theirs. I bet they are where your get your hunting skills from, hmm?”
(This post was last modified: Jan 29, 2022, 01:20 AM by Aquene.)