Blacktail Deer Plateau This old world is cold and getting colder

Dante suggested that next time he needed someone to scout, that he'd send her. She smiled and nodded, her spirits lifting even as she felt the weight of her anger fade. She was still angry, to be sure, but she wasn't as spitting mad as before. "I'd like to help, Dante." He then spoke of her small stature as a strength, telling her of a time he had been beaten by a smaller wolf. It was true: she was agile and quick. But sometimes that wasn't enough, especially in a fight or while hunting large game.

In her heart, Eilidh knew Dante was right. Even with that knowledge, the girl was still upset and, in her mind, rightfully so. His mention of Malachi sent her heart stuttering, but she tried not to show it. She was working on hiding those emotions better, though she truly wasn't any good at it. "It's not that I'm not interested, Dante," she said softly. "I just don't think I'd be any good. Malachi has offered to teach me about being a chronicler, and Mamma is teaching me about healing. I just...I don't know. I want to be useful to you and Pappa."