Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

The woman explained herself and Harlyn listened silently, thoughtfully taking it all in. She professed to be a fighter, even gesturing towards a vicious scar across her body as evidence of how she'd ended up with such a nature. She was torn as to how to feel about the girl's words. On one hand, they could certainly use a wolf that knew how to defend a packmate. But on the other, Harlyn was not too certain about the aggressive nature she held within. What guarantee was there that she would restrain it against her packmates as she promised to do?

Harlyn turned to look at Shikoba then, her head tilting slightly as her expression moved from stern to thoughtful. "Shikoba, what do you know of fighting and self-defense?" she asked almost conversationally, an idea in her head though she wasn't certain she'd go with it yet.