Sunbeam Lair We all make mistakes

Gray snorted at the thought of him being a mercenary. He often felt bad for the rabbits he so often hunted. He couldn't see himself killing even with reason. It just wasn't him. A scout on the other paw was a lot more to his interest, but he couldn't think on how it could be considered a trade. Maybe for mapping? Or finding animal migration paths? Regardless he was certainly going to keep it in mind.

He continued listening to her patiently waiting for her to finish.  "I am sure you are right. I'll find my place when the time is right." He said simply, letting himself slide down in to a more or less laying position. "So you have a sister who is a part of the pack?" He asked conversationally, worrying his question may seem intrusive.