Silvertip Mountain Maybe I pulled the panic cord

Anita dipped her head in sorrow after hearing Niita's backstory. "I am so sorry to hear that." The she-wolf didn't really know what to say--she thought anything she added may make things worse. Anita's ears perked as she heard the topic change.

"I don't have a trade yet, but I suppose I'm interested in naturalism and hunting. There's a lot to learn about our land, and I'm pretty sure there are some hidden things in our territory that can benefit the pack," Anita frequently took note of aspects like these, and found them quite interesting. "I'm not the strongest wolf, so I'm straying away from fighting." 

"As for hunting, the pack always needs nourishment. What I lack in brute force I make up with in speed, and I do enjoy chasing down prey when I have the chance," the she-wolf explained, dipping down into the water again to relieve herself of the heat. 

Coming up, she studided Niita, trying to guess what her speciality might be. She decided it was probably easier to ask. "What sort of trade do you have, or what are your aspirations?"