Sheauga fell quiet for a moment, considering the question carefully for it was not one she wished to answer too quickly. Nokomis shifted above her, hopping along the branch with a rustle of blue feathers, while Sheauga's gaze wandered through the surrounding trees. I've never been much of a hunter, she admitted with a soft laugh. Nor a warrior... there was not disappointment, the flash of Wardruna's and before that Sreda's teeth still sent a shiver through her spine.

My strengths have always been... elsewhere purple eyes drifted upward, following the movement of leaves dancing in the breeze. Where I come from, I spent much of my time listening. To my people, yes...but also to the world around me her voice came softer The stories carried by places, the meaning hidden in dreams, the lessons found in things others might overlook she smiled softly as she pondered aloud.

I have always felt closest to helping others find understanding. Whether that means guiding them toward a choice they already know they must make... or simply reminding them they are not alone. the forest had always spoken to her in subtle ways, through intuition, symbolism, and quiet truths that revealed themselves when one slowed enough to notice.

... if there is a clan that values wisdom, guidance, faith or the unseen, I suspect that is where my path would eventually lead