Misha would continue watching the ladies, looking at Qanik when she would speak. Sure, it was a dangerous one- but Misha couldn't do anything else. There was always the option of being a possible hunter, which would be also acceptable since she had been working on her hunting a bit. Misha would know what Qanik was talking about, sitting on her haunches as she would try and show them her scruff, the wound already starting to make itself into a scar. "I know some of the possible consequences of being a fighter.. I know I could die- but this is my pack- my family, and I want to be able to help in any way I can," she would say, already changing so much from the shy girl that she once was when she had entered the pack. A shy wolf who couldn't pull her weight. Well, now she was going to at least try and prove something. She would look at Roman and Qanik, listening for their response.
