Silvertip Mountain Indecision

FitzDutiful looked at the woman in front of him carefully. He openly studied her as she spoke and thought about all the things she was saying. He wasn't going to take in a charity case but something - that spark of determination - swayed him from turning her away. She wanted a home, she wanted a chance. She would get a chance but she would have to earn the right to stay.

"We need a caretaker and we need a healer. If you are willing to learn one of those trades then I will offer you a place within my pack. You will start at the bottom but you will be treated fairly and, with time, may rise to the top. We have two puppies at the moment. They are the priority. Here, pack is family." His eyes wandered over the cream coloured wolf, once again stopping at the collar upon her neck. FitzDutiful didn't know what the collar was, what it represented, but it seemed harmless. It obviously hadn't hurt her and he doubted it would hurt the pack. A story for another time perhaps.

For now, "Do you accept my terms and want a place in Silvertip Mountain?"