CHAPTER 46: PUTTING MIND OFF

"Thank you, Shirley," Marla said with a warm smile, handing her a basket of fresh herbs. "We wouldn't have managed without you." Shirley looked up from her work, her hands still busy with the tasks. She offered a tired but sincere smile. "It's my pleasure. I'm glad I can help." The pack had grown to see Shirley as Drakon's wife and an essential community member. Her healing touch had become a symbol of hope, and though this role was new to her, she accepted it with a steadfast heart. Shirley busied herself to prepare food in the communal space where they gathered for meals and activities. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the stirring of pots provided a steady rhythm to her days. She had cast aside her former luxuries, focusing instead on the needs of those around her. Outside, as the sun rose over the forest, Shirley helped mend clothing and repair huts. Her hands were skilled and steady as she sewed and patched, the work demanding but satisfying. Each stitch was a small act