Walk | Talk | Think
Her Ferax had an odd but amusing sense of humor when he wanted to tap into it, and now appeared to be one of those times. He teased her, in his kind and gentle way, when she openly second guessed his decision to offer the position of lead hunter to her, and with a soft chuckle Anais took it in stride, only dropping her gaze for a second with a sheepish sort of gesture to quickly glance at the prairie dog at her paws. Silly. The prairie dog would have made a horrible instructor - it had not even been able to evade her!
Layering on further compliments, Glacier listed off the reasons he thought she was qualified and capable enough to handle the position, and the golden brown wolf stared upward into his honest expression with a look that was somewhere between pride and humility. She knew she was good at hunting. She knew, should she accept, that she had a lot to offer the position, and hoped desperately to do it and her pack justice in how she filled the role. But she also understood the honor behind it, and the bigger compliment to her prowess that Glacier was extending to her as he offered the position.
Without a word, she listened to his argument and turned her face into him when he leaned in to kiss her cheek. Her tail began to wag, at first slow and then gradually gaining speed as she reached out and offered his cheek an answering kiss. "I'd be honored to be the pack's lead hunter," she answered, her excitement clear within her expression as she smiled up into his face, though a ghosting expression of worry could be seen below the visible joy. "Will...the rest of the pack be okay with it?" They were his family, and, by rights she supposed, should have been considered for such a position before her. Did they know already? And would they accept her in this way?
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