Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

His smirk gave her a sense of delight, whether it be that she caused it or not. The yearling advice had helped her gain further insight of the truth and would no longer complain of her responsibilities but take pride in them as best she could. "Have you considered becoming a counselor?" The trade was often given to older wolves, more experienced, but a wise vibe seemed to radiate from the boy, some issues more than others, such as seeing a new perspective just as he had done for her. "You seem rather good for it." The girl offered a small smile towards him, in their conversation he'd already turned over a new rock for her, this she was grateful for. His bluntness was a trait she preferred, hating wolves who "beat around the bush" to save for feelings or simply too afraid to express their own opinion. She, too, shared this quality, and would be rather straightforward with others if they came with such an ignorant "problem."

His second statement she concurred, Moonlit Hills was plenty of importance to her and being so fragile was the opposite of what was needed from her. She had to be definite and built to keep the pack strong.