Swiftcurrent Creek I only act like I know everything

Woot woot! First catch in a while, a bumpy ride to it, but he had done it. As he sat down, he began grooming his pelt, sucking out the water and trying to make it smooth again. He looked even smaller with his fur all wet, but at least his muscles were showing now. He had done his fair share of fighting against his brother, though he had lost every fight. But, what could he do against a large, white pelted male with years more training?

He gave a graceful bow as well, proud of his catch. It wasn't every day he caught a fish, after all. Then came her question. A tricky one. Hmmm... He was more of a healer, a naturalist. Not to mention he was no good for larger prey, his body only meant for speed and minor defense and offense. Sure, he could chase a deer or something to the rest, but after that he was useless. I'm more of a caregiver. He said, a large sigh following. But, who knows what life has in petto for me, woot! He added quickly, not wanting to look like a total downer.