Can you hear me calling, calling?

The girl bowed to her upon learning of the new rank, leaving Qanik feeling uncomfortable and unsettled. She was not royalty, to be bowed to and treated as such. She was just an old warrior. But it was unimportant at the moment. "Just Qanik is fine, Misha," she said gently before continuing. "To be frank, we need to speak about finding you something to do within the pack." She may not have spoken so bluntly about it, had Misha exhibited continued signs of fear, but the curiosity with which Misha was looking to her prompted Qanik to be more open about it. "I imagine from your reaction to the pack hunt that you are not much fond of hunting large game. Have you had any training in anything else? Small game hunting, fighting?" The girl didn't look like a fighter, didn't act like a fighter, but it didn't hurt to ask. "How are you at running or tracking?" All very important questions to finding Misha's niche in the pack. Qanik had about a million more questions, but she was worried that she may have already overwhelmed the girl with what she'd asked and she didn't want to add to it, so she took a deep breath and smiled softly, hoping her relaxed expression and demeanor would keep the girl in her current state of calm.



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