We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

It's good that most wolves are new here, without roots and without sibling bonds. They weren't yet used to each other, heck, Eddie didn't even know any of them except maybe Majesty and now Beric. And well, Ypres, somewhat.

"I sure hope everyone's as friendly as you here," she wagged her tail slowly. Beric here seemed like a real nice guy.

"I don't really know about that," the black she-wolf laid her head down on her paws. "I'm probably somewhat alright at hunting. I've traveled a lot in my time, so I know how to get about on any terrain really and a few herbs and how to track weather... but that's it. Not very useful." She stopped herself before she mentioned something she'd regret.

It was okay. Hopefully she would never need to prove her fighting inability.