Moonspear Zero gravity

In hindsight, she supposed it was only a matter of time before Nishu's concern became patronizing. Wildfire sighed inwardly, though she remained positive even as he pointed out she would learn from all her mistakes. He was right, of course. Her lips pursed at his question.

"That's a trick question," she replied in a chipper tone. "Nobody's perfect." And she certainly wouldn't waste her time aspiring to be something so absurdly unattainable. "But I'll definitely keep improving, learning from my successes and my failures," she added. Wildfire knew they were equally important when it came to progress.

"I've hunted with a team several times," she patiently pointed out to him. "Floki and I often partner up, for instance, and then I've participated in a couple of pack hunts now." Wolves were built to hunt in packs, after all. "I've gotten pretty good at working with others in that department. I just prefer hunting small prey because I can do it literally any time, whether or not anyone else is available. You know?"

Wildfire shifted and, in doing so, realized her side was tweaking worse than she had previously thought. "Oof, maybe I should go ask Thistle if she has something for pain," she mumbled aloud. She was the only healer in the pack, as far as she knew, though her eyes flicked to Nishu's face—she abruptly realized she now outranked him—and said hopefully, "Unless you happen to know something about medicine...?"