stupid games win stupid prizes

Saren could see how Thalia’s active and feisty ways would be seen as positive to the other wolves in the pack. She was out there and actually doing things that people saw, but he preferred the sidelines way more than the spotlight. There was too much pressure there to be good at things, Saren wanted the room to fail. Maybe as he got older he would seek out a slightly more prominent place in life. For now though, he was young and didn’t have nearly as much experience as the older wolves had. It would benefit him more now to learn things and develop mentally than it would to try and make sudden possibly bad decisions.

When it came to stuff he liked Saren wasn’t afraid to admit he didn’t know. He couldn’t for certain say that he liked healing and crafting, he hadn’t done them enough. “I don’t know what I like. I like healing and making things more than I like fighting or hunting, but I haven’t done enough of anything to know if I really like it.” Patiently pawing more fireflies into his bag Saren asked “Do you know why you like any of the things that you like?”