Redhawk Caldera A change of heart

Fox listened as carefully as she ever did (read: not that carefully) as Sebastian explained himself. It was a good thing she had never claimed to be a life coach or therapist of any kind, because she would have made a fucking terrible one. What she heard was something like "blah blah caldera blah blah dad blah blah insecurities blah blah tell me what to do." The last part was something she could actually help with, so she did.

"Redhawk Caldera does not lack protectors or hunters," she began, "What we do lack are the more… intellectual sorts. Those who know of healing, those who might resolve conflicts, and so on." Fox lacked the mental muscles for healing, and she was wary of such things anyway. Her social and diplomatic skills were complete shit, which likely explained much of the tension between herself and a variety of other wolves who resided in the nearby regions. "If you want to make yourself valuable, focus on those things. Leave the fighting and hunting to those of use who’ve already mastered it."