omega blues

Rags mulled over his response. Ah, so this pack was his family's legacy. That seemed par for the course in these lands - packs held for generations without disruption. His aims to reform his mother's lands seemed admirable. It was a good thing to aspire to, at least; but would the members see it in the same way? Change was a difficult thing. She knew quite a few wolves who were reluctant to stray from their favorite hunting grounds even if the pickings were slim. Some were just too married to their old habits. "Do you foresee any push back as you remake Lirim in your desired image? Some wolves prefer their old routine," Rags asked, her tone genial but curious. It wasn't a pointed remark, although it could have been perceived as one. She wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"As for teaching, like I said: a hunter or fighter I am not, but I do have the mind of a strategist. I could run and observe fighting and hunting drills from a safe vantage point. I am also an excellent navigator, and I have some rudimentary knowledge of herbs. In short, I am a little bit good at everything," she laughed softly.

wc 205
cumulative wc 1573/1500