Stavanger Bay A hunting we will go

Hmm.  One man.  She did a bit pity those who had such limited sights, though she guessed they couldn't really help it, could they?  The same inner voice that marked Auditya 'rival' now also struck her from 'prospect'... not that the woman did much consorting with crew.  It was good to have a feel all the same.

She let the first discussion topic go and honed in on the second, inwardly (and hypocritically) bemoaning wolves and their focus on ranking.  "Right hand of the Cap'n, his First Mate.  But ranks in a crew... they don't really follow like your normal pack."  She smiled, despite the unwelcome tension she still got at times thinking about her own rank.  "You learn skills, hone them, and move up.  I earned my place by besting the one who held it first, but that isn't always the case."  Much as she might believe in the right of combat, she knew some titles wouldn't be gained like that.  She believed the higher ranks; those dealing with protecting the pack as a whole and leading it, should be in part.  But some would depend more on other aptitudes.  She wondered idly how Awinita was in a scuffle... not that she was too worried.  She had years on every wolf she'd met thus far.