Hi, Hello, I'm Home.

She absolutely would have given a snarky reply, or at the least, a dismissive one; she was rather thankfuly she didn't get that lecture. She met that side-eye of his boldly, a smile on her maw, and that twinkle in her eye. She nodded once at his words, noting and understanding his cautious tone; she was, quite often, a freefloating wolf, but she knew her father, and was rather interested in the idea of his pack. Her response, of course, was all typical Lyra: "When can I start?" she questioned, the serious look breaking with another grin as she booped her father with her nose. "I've become a damned good hunter, though I'm not sure I'm good at anything else. These claws come in quite handy for hunting. Probably would for fighting too, but eh. Hunting's fun. And tasty."