Blacktail Deer Plateau colder than the hinges of hell

The girl was silent, for a time. Had summer reigned now, she would have accepted the girl; for perhaps she would show potential. But with the threat of winter, the pack did not need another mouth to feed, especially with four young already. The pack might be able to support another, but still, the huntress cast a critical eye on the girl. "what trades would you pursue?"  As much as she wouldn't like to admit it, a fighter could be useful. Knowledge could be spread, and with the threat of Blackfeather looming to the south, and the potential for more trespassers, the pack could only benefit.