teach me your ways

Fable had just found what she considered the perfect spot to set up a checkpoint when a sweaty worker greeted her. She tipped her head to the side curiously - some of the others she recognized from allied packs, but this was a newcomer altogether. ”Hello,” she greeted with a switch of her tail. Seeing so many new faces was quite exciting for the young cook. It was an opportunity to learn, that was certain, which she relished. ”My name is Fable, pleased to meet ya!” She eyed the pouch that had been set delicately by his paws. ”Are you taking a break? I was about to begin cooking.” Her own tools were stashed nearby - she had been hoping for an opportunity like this to arise. Cooking for new wolves was always a treat.