mom's dear old friend!

How do you think you can help? Makara's mouth went dry. She had to proceed very carefully. Every further word would have to be weighed and measured. She licked her lips and steeled her shoulders. "I want to train, so I'm better prepared for anything that may come... I'm ready. My allergies are much better in the north! It won't hold me back. I want to learn, I want to help," her words were still a bit of a runaway train, but the core sentiment was there. "Assign me training tasks, I will complete them, or tell me who I need to speak with," Makara said, knowing very well that her father clearly had Bigger and Better things to do than deal with her if such a threat was looming on the horizon. He may view her as a disappointment, but perhaps she could at least prove her usefulness around the pack lands. If she had a goal or tasks to work towards it would be so much easier for her. She wasn't like her brothers, motivated by some mindless urge to be "better," she wanted the satisfaction of completing something.