Blacktail Deer Plateau survival 101

He stiffened as he drew near, but she forced herself not to rumble in protest, and stayed her paw from striking at him. Fortunately, all he did was sniff at her, and she relaxed just a bit. Enough that her eyes resumed their normal shape. He introduced himself, speaking in a less intimidating tone, but she remained her in ball, afraid to move, for she was not certain what had warranted his reaction earlier to her harmless greeting. She figured at this time that not moving was probably her best bet.

"I'm Kit," she offered. She was not expecting to have to list a bunch of skills, or be interviewed in this way at all, and she somehow doubted that she had what he wanted. So she did her best to embellish truths she thought would be of interest to him, and make herself seem not entirely useless. "I am a good hunter," she said. It was not a lie; she was! She was a good mouser, but he did not need to know what she was good at hunting. "Um... I can help you keep your scent lines established." Yeah! Just like the one around her yard. She could do this. She was doing this.

She lifted her head a bit, feeling a pulse of confidence again. "I can alert you all if someone comes near your home and... whatever else you need?" Her voice wilted with uncertainty at the end, her confidence rather fleeting.