Duskfire Glacier the moon is falling down

She had anticipated the question - the packs, they all sought knowledge of the traveller's skills, and expectedly so; what use was a talentless wolf, when winter was only a few breaths away and the world was growing colder? Though the fallen queen of ice bitterly deemed herself worthless regardless of any abilities, her strengths, she peered up and gave a clear answer, voice still rough but warming a touch as her throat relaxed. "I am a hunter, cazador, and a medic. I can aid mothers in birthing young, if that is something your pack is in need of, though I can also fight if the need should arise." Perhaps they would title her worthy enough to walk among their ranks, and she could warm her dull heart with the excitement of new life that she herself had not been given the chance to grow. Anything to fill the cracks, anything to numb the pain.