Bronagh stopped briefly by the hearth she shared with Azura before she joined the butchering.<br/>"I got distracted and before I knew it, the day had gone." she said to the shaman, shame evident in her voice. "I missed the hunt and brought back no supplies."<br/>"There is always tomorrow." Azura answered calmly. "What distracted you?"<br/>"Thoughts..." Bronagh said vaguely. She had always been uncomfortable talking about herself. "About the earthquake. And... and other things. Thoughts."<br/>Azura had no trouble interpreting Bronagh's stammers, but didn't question the young woman further. "Are you hungry? I didn't see you pack any food before you left this morning." she gestured to the cooking basket filled with simmering stew, and next to it the steaming skin pot full of tea.<br/>Bronagh knew she should be hungry, but the only emptiness she could feel was the gaping hole where her totem used to be. "I would feel better helping the others butcher the kills. I've done nothing for the cave today, while others have worked to ensure we survive the winter."