Phantom Hollow These walls begin to cave in

It was nice to be recognized for good work, and Mitanni was surprisingly calmed by the brush Cog made against her fur. She knew she stood out a bit from her peers, especially in terms of lacking a fighter's spirit, but this made her feel welcome, like she could still be a contributing part of the pack without fighting.

She fell silent as she followed along after Cogetimus, looking around while he paid more attention to the border itself. As the conversation moved on to trades, she thought for a second before she voiced an answer. "Well, I'm not a fighter," she reiterated, though they had just made this clear, "but I do like wandering around and asking questions." It was something of her specialty, if she did say so herself. "I was thinking of gathering information. Not spying, exactly, but trying to get others to tell me things."

It sounded pretty complicated now that she'd given it a voice, and challenging to boot. How did she even go about testing this skill let alone perfecting it? And could she really convince others to tell her things? "Would that be useful?" Knowing the pack needed that was surely bound to strengthen her resolve to pursue the trade, despite the difficulties. In the meantime, she considered what else she might like to try.