Redtail Rise Maladroit

When Saena asked him if he was a warrior, a crooked smile spread over Arion's maw. "Yeah, I am." The man nodded, fighting was definitely his thing, it was practically one of the only things that stopped him from dying of boredom. "I'm also a hunter and outrider, I studied poisoning for sometime but I'm not a healer." Arion paused, not really knowing what to say next but remembered what he had said to Falwasi before they sparred that day. "I'm good at most physical things and diplomatic things, I'm not really good at things like caretaking."

That pretty much summed up everything, he could talk and use his wits, he enjoyed doing that. Arion could fight and defend, that was what his father trained him to do, but he could not take care of children, or heal someone, or counsel wolves, it was simply not his thing. And the world should be glad for it. Because if he had chosen the path of a counselor, wolves would have jumped off cliffs and suicided in many different ways because that was his kind of advice.