Crossroads

Asha listened patiently as Bass explained what his pack was like - she listened with an interested look on her face. More than anything, she was surprised to here they were like a band of wolves for hire if they were needed. That was something she hadn't seen before. Her old pack had been just a normal pack and she'd even seen packs intent on dark intent, but not one like this. That fact excited her. Did that mean they'd get to deal with the other packs in this place. Not that she'd seen any of the others, but she didn't care. In time she'd get to know more about them - so far she was enjoying her stroke of luck in coming to this one first.

She didn't miss the spaced out look his face took on and it was if he was lost in his own head. She felt impatience buzzing, but she shoved the feeling away. She didn't want to come off as ruse so she waited until he snapped back to reality. He smiled at her apologetically and she smiled back. The conversation shifted to her and she was left to mull over how she'd fit into the pack. She wasn't quite sure about that part, much less knew how to explain herself to him, and she fumbled over words for a few good seconds.

"I suppose you could call me a jack of all trades. I'm a decent hunter, can fight alright, although healing is probably my least favorite. I know how to patch up wounds but that's about it. If you asked me to help a sick wolf I don't think that'd go over pretty well." She chuckled softly at that. "I suppose the better question is, where do you think I'd fit in best, or better yet, what rank do you need filled the most?"

"SPEAK"