Blacktail Deer Plateau colder than the hinges of hell

The woman was blunt, direct, stating quickly what she desired. Their ranks neared capacity, she knew, and the huntress turned a more critical eye to the girl than she normally would. She seemed healthy enough, obviously keeping herself fed well enough, which, in this season, was a testament to her hunting skills. Still, she asked, "how well can you hunt? do you have any skills, trades, that might be useful?" Pema and Raid were healers, she knew, but surely more wolves with that knowledge would bolster their ranks and had the potential to offer the two resident healers more knowledge. They had hunters, but in the face of winter, a pack could never have quite enough.