Phoenix Maplewood Laika Meets The Pack

Head lowered in a respectful dip of her head.

"My apologies, I have been without a pack for so long, I forget what's respectful and what's not. But of course, that is no excuse." She barked, her eyes focusing on on a stick piercing through the snow just left of his paw.  
[size=medium]She listened to his question, pondering it carefully. Honestly, she did not know where to start! Her pack was full, and even though she was one of the daughters of prized wolves, she was not a favourite and was cast out at a very young age. She slowly taught herself to hunt, and fight, though with that came many challenges and struggles to survive. However. She came up with her own hunting tactics and battle moves, and that aided her greatly with unexpected prey or wolves. Most pack wolves learned the same battles moves from their mentors, so their common enemies will [/size]often know what to expect. After a brief moment, she decided what to say.

"I was wondering if your pack needs and extra set of paws." She hid most of her past, not one to be open with others. "I am skilled in battle and hunting." 

She kept her blue eyes trained on the stick, determined not to let another challenging body movement slip. Truthfully, she was ashamed by her mistake.