Big Salmon Lake You talkin' to me

FitzDutiful managed to catch the last of Dhole's words, only because his mind told him that they made sense. It was assumption more than actual hearing thanks to Cloud's splashing in the lake. It was almost as if she was warning him that she was still there - a warning he took to heart.

"Mostly I talk to them, make sure that they would fit well with my family and then extend them an offer." It was simple really, a basic principal. "If we're low on space then I might ensure they have skills already - if not I make sure that they're willing to improve themselves and earn trades."

FitzDutiful was calmer around children now that he had his own, though he still didn't understand how to talk to them very well. He tried to treat them like an adult but using smaller words so he didn't confuse them too much - if that was the right tact, who could say? He didn't have an innate skill at this sort of conversation and so he just tried to treat them, well, like any other wolf.