So she had to figure out where to start fitting in it seemed. Félicien would give a gentle smile, coming forward to gently set his paw on her own. Sometimes all you needed was a little guidence. He hadn’t thought she was a bad wolf, just very lost. Very scarred and broken perhaps, but not bad. “Perhaps you just need a little help on figuring that out.” The young man would let his bicolored eyes meet her own.
“I know a major part of being in a pack is proving that you have some sort of skill to show that you’re not just a waste of space. What do you like to do, Frost? Hunt, Heal... Maybe fight? I may not know too much about herbs, but I can certainly help you better the other two skills.” He’d offer.
