Sawtooth Spire don't squander it

She was quick to answer which suggested she'd given it a little bit of thought. Gamekeeper or naturalist were both be skills he saw for her. She'd done quite a bit of both so either would come naturally if she decided that was what she wished to specialize in. "Either or," he agreed. "Or something else if it happens." As long as wolves got in the basic training of warrior and warden, which she had, the rest was all preference. He trusted she'd find something else to occupy more of her time with.

Her question about the others made him thankful he was soaking. He'd not seen anyone actively pursuing their trades in quite the same way he had back when he'd first joined the Spine. It seemed almost every day had been met with some new training of some kind. They'd lost a little bit of that along the way and they needed to be more diligent and honing not only their own skills, but ensuring the rest of the pack was also capable.

He snorted. His exhale a puff of steam within the mists of these warm waters. "No," he admitted. His ears tensed, falling back upon his crown only to have the expression soothed by the spring. "We should be more diligent in seeing to their training." Later. When the sun had risen more fully. For now he just wished to soak and snooze and perhaps even stay within these waters until his paws became pruney.