Redtail Rise Now we got bad blood

What do you do? Saena asked him, her eyes assessing him as if trying to determine what he was capable of by his physical build alone. Mercury had learned in Flightless Falcons that physical build alone meant nothing. Aether had been built just as Mercury was, though Mercury was clearly taller than Aer had been; and Perseus had shared that Aether had been an outstanding guardian even though he had never favored violence. The Redleaf-DiSarinno patriarch had been more fascinated with the stars and medicines then he had been with war though he had seen more than his fair share of battles — or at least this was how Perseus had spoken of his father. There were clear advantages and disadvantages to being any size, be it tall or medium, large or svelte and to Mercury one was not better than the other, though many males (sometimes females) would argue that if you weren't the tallest or bulkiest wolf then you weren't worth anything.

“I will work towards any trade that the pack needs,” Mercury was nothing if not adaptable. He would give where it was needed. “I am a trained warden and outrider,” He informed her, having learned from Stavanger Bay, Odinn's Cove, and Flightless Falcons. Each mentor he'd had had taught him something different, but all had contributed to his knowledge and (despite his hatred of Ragnar) he was nothing but grateful for their lessons. “And my mother taught me the basics of healing. I am willing to learn that in more specifics, if needed.” He added almost as an afterthought. Healing had not been where his interests had laid but be would do what he needed to prove himself to her and to the other wolves of Redtail Rise.