Bronagh wondered at Azura's words as she worked alongside the other members of the cave to butcher the animals that the hunters had killed. The Beast slithered around in the back of her mind, but for once, Bronagh was so distracted that she barely noticed it.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">The earth is restless and turns in her sleep.</span>What in the name of the Mother did that mean? The earthquake? The turning of the seasons? Maybe. Azura had mentioned the seasons. But what did that have to do with her Totem?<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Life goes on. Death and abandonment are parts of the circle of life.</span>Bronagh understood that a little better. She had learned over the years that no matter what happened, good or bad, bright or dark, easy or hard, the sun still traveled across the sky. The rain still fell. Day always followed night. Everything that lived inexorably died, when its time came, and that was still part of life.<br/>The work passed quickly. Before she knew it, Bronagh lifted her head and saw that they were nearly finished. Her stomach rumbled, finally informing the young woman of her hunger. A short while later, Bronagh headed back into the cave, to the hearth she shared with the Shaman.