Oh sweet bountiful Frigga, what have I gotten myself into? she asked the heavens silently as the pup spoke. Six yearlings and three children already with only four adults between the lot, and now another youth wanted to join for training. Katja studied her more closely, silver eyes piercing and intent. The earth-toned female was near enough a yearling as to not matter, old enough that it was unlikely there would be yet another set of vengeful parents out for Finnvi blood - she could only deal with one of those at a time. She was also missing much of her ears... a very old injury if Katja were any judge, but interesting nonetheless. Was this, perhaps, why she wished to join Yfir? To escape a bad situation?
Katja wasn't inclined to rescuing strays without some form of payment involved, and even a yearling would be an additional burden on a pack already overflowing with untrained yearlings. There was great potential there, though, in the sturdy youth before her. A strong young wolf who'd made the journey to an unknown pack, risking themselves on the way and risking rejection even when she made it, just to train to be a warrior.
"This is not a choice to be undertaken lightly, Bera," she spoke at last, gravely. "If you join Yfir it will not be to take training from us and then leave. You must truly mean to join us for always. Is that what you wish, Bera? It will not always be easy. You will be challenged, and you will be pushed to your limits - and past. Our ways are not always comfortable."
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