The yearling, with her fur pristine and her manners firmly grasped, took a seat and began to gather her resolve. If she was going to be part of this pack then she needed to do more. Exploring or carrying shiny trinkets around, while amusing, wasn't exactly useful. Wasn't that important to a pack or whatever? Usefulness? Sure, she could take care of her self, but what was the point of being in a pack if her abilities weren't offered for the use of others? The whole "sharing" thing is what made a pack, right? Pack duties aside, Warja's motives weren't so noble. They were selfish. She wanted to learn how to do more than hunt and was ready to suck up whatever knowledge was thrown her way.
Warja fidgeted. Brushed some mud off one of her paws. Fidgeted some more.
Okay, what the heck was this feeling? She'd scaled mountains! Thrown rocks into rivers of fire! And yet here she was, sitting on her rump all fidgety and nervous because a mere wolf was gonna come talk to her about like, pack things or whatever. What the hell was wrong with her? Warja's eyes closed. Stop, sillyhead. This is nothing. Easy peasy. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
The nerves remained.
Warja's eyes opened and she huffed, thoroughly irritated with her inability to control herself. She took several deep breaths, forcing the nerves down, and then made herself howl for a high ranking member just to get it over with. She wanted to discuss training and maybe introduce herself since she knew so few members. Perhaps there was someone in Covari who shared the same interests as her and would be willing to teach her. She couldn't offer much just yet, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in trainability.
"Speech"
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