Hideaway Strath Always hanging on to the visual

a caregiver? "my mate is a caregiver," she said, sharing her thoughts aloud, might as well find some common ground. and a mercenary-- and a damn good one at that. jhala held her tongue for a moment, thoughtfully, before she shared her own talents. was she earning a trade, scoff, jhala had earned her trades long ago and was fan-fucking-tastic at them by now. "i am a warrior and a guardian and a damn good hunter," she shared, tail waving. she'd yet to bottleneck her way into one specific hunting field, but she pretty much loved doing anything that involved chasing down game and taking it back to the pack.

her head tilted. "you wanna be a medic?" she asked, feeling the question was appropriate. reek was also a medic, maybe he could help. she, on the other hand, knew nothing about that sort of stuff, and was completely useless.