Fox listened as Jace listed off his skills, though she was unimpressed. He basically stated that he was good at everything, and she could not believe him. Nobody was good at everything. “Alright, buddy, what are you exceptionally good at?” she asked, hoping a rephrase of the question would have him headed in a more precise direction.

Fox could have easily listed off all the things she half-assedly knew, but she knew that she was a shit healer and communicator when it came to outsiders. She was far too brash for that kind of thing. Her skills were best put to use at the borders and when they wished to infiltrate another pack. If he knew his weaknesses, as Fox knew her own, that would do him some good.

He listed off just three this time, and Fox nodded to indicate that this was a better answer. Considering two of the three had to do with gathering sustenance, and the third could be used for just about anything, Fox thought it proper that he should continue to strengthen those skills. “In that case, I will put you in charge of keeping our caches full and making sure everybody is well-fed.” The yearling knew that Tuwawi took care of much of these duties, but considering she would likely be with child soon, it made sense to have a backup plan.

“It may also help to teach some of the newcomers how to fish,” she added, knowing that Ferdie struggled with that aspect of hunting. It was an art that not everybody learned early in life. Fox had learned to fish shortly after arriving in the creek, and thankfully she had not struggled with the technique for long.

“Nothing outside of the usual,” she replied in the next beat. Wolves instinctually knew what to do on a regular basis, and she assumed that Jace would be no different. Perhaps the only wolf she had met who had lacked these social norms was Ferdie, but even he had made leaps and bounds in his social problems since he had arrived. He now acted like any "normal" pack wolf should, and she was pleased with his progress. The strange and often-immature Ferdie had turned out to be a pleasant addition to the pack in the end, and it seemed he had even taken a liking to Bazi, which Fox approved of.

“You might start with Ferdie,” she added after a moment, remembering that he had trouble with fishing. Perhaps getting a proper lesson from a pro like Jace would help him in that area. With a little bit of guidance and instruction, Fox had no doubt that the meticulously clean wolf would be able to grab fish out of the water in no time. In fact, it gave her a wonderful idea for a future gathering, which she stored neatly away for use in the next few weeks.

Fox nodded when Jace wanted confirmation that Ferdie lived with Bazi. He asked what his future-student looked like, but since Fox thought appearances were a terrible way to tell one another apart when they had such keen noses, she replied with an answer that stated as much. “You’ll be able to pick up on his scent at their den. You should be able to track him down from there.” If Jace was a good hunter like he claimed to be, that would be a walk in the park.

“I believe their den is that way,” added Fox, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the Bazi and Ferdie residence. “I’m going to finish up with the borders. I’ll let you know if I need anything else from you.” And with that, Fox trotted off in the direction she had been heading before she had come across the raven.