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He insisted he would open his ears to anyone and that his counsel did not come at a price. Spotting the opportunity, Wildfire said, "Maybe you can advise me then." She paused, waiting for a signal to proceed, before elaborating, "Like I mentioned, I'm thinking of becoming a Gamekeeper. I have three trades already: Naturalist, Warrior and Outrider. I'm the best at the latter. I was considering dropping the former but I recently reconsidered. But I am pretty sure I am going to drop Warrior."

She had laid out the basic framework of her problem. Now she drew in a breath and then embellished on her hangups. "When I lived at the caldera, it was a requirement to pick up either the Warrior or Warden trade. So I picked it because I had to, not because I was particularly good at it. With that said, I took training very seriously and I thought I was halfway decent. Yeah, I wasn't as big or strong as others but I was quick and crafty. Or so I thought. Lately I've been sucking a lot in that department, though. I lost a fight with a loner in front of my Alpha, who called me 'fucking rubbish,' and then a bear confronted the pack and I sort of acted like a coward," she admitted.

Her ears suddenly fell back. She had really rambled a lot there, which was quite unusual for her. Wildfire didn't tend to talk a whole lot (except with her closest companions, perhaps), nor did she make a habit of unloading problems on strangers. But Taltos had professed himself a Counselor, so it was only natural for her to unpack her issues given the chance. With that said, she peered at him with a sudden tinge of bashfulness, feeling slightly awkward about blathering on like that.