It's a wonderful life

He looked visibly grateful when Outlaw moved closer to him and away from the cliff's edge. Even more of his nervousness fell away as he explained he was being a healer too. Spirit allowed himself a little grin. "I-I'm very new," he explained a bit sheepishly. He was learning slowly but carefully, wanting to ensure there weren't any big lessons he missed along the way. He wanted to be the best version of himself that he could be for his family and packmates, but for him that was a slow and steady journey, one taken and no one's pace but his own.

"A raft?" Spirit's eyes widened slightly, revealing more of his clear blue irises. So was he a crafter, then? Some kind of builder? The idea was an interesting one but he wasn't totally sure he'd be comfortable floating around on a raft. Truthfully it sounded a bit dangerous. Spirit wasn't exactly afraid of swimming, just wary, and he preferred to avoid it whenever possible. He nodded at his idea, trying to brainstorm. "Maybe like... leaves? Really big ones?" His brow furrowed as his mind switched gears, away from the anxiety relating to the cliff and toward problem-solving instead. He'd always noticed how leaves swayed in the wind; maybe they could be used somehow to help move a raft? He wasn't sure.

He was equally unsure if he'd ever actually take Outlaw up on the offer to join him. "Y-yes, basically. I've m-met a few wolves who gave me lessons. M-my knowledge is limited though." But growing, he reminded himself quietly. He had a tendency to be hard on himself, but at the same time he knew he was beginning to learn valuable skills and he wouldn't fault himself for learning slowly - at least not too hard.