Heron Lake Plateau Is it cool that I said all that?

She was grateful that unlike Finley, Elwood didn't laugh off her uncertainty or suggest a dumb trade that no one would respect. Seriously, what even did bards do? Dance around and twirl their paws? Your siblings would love that, snorted her inner voice. Thanks, mom. Elwood was clearly the winner of the Best Parent award for, what, the fifteenth year running?

"Mom's a counselor?" she asked as he finished in a voice coloured with disbelief. She suppressed the urge to giggle as she added, "mom sucks at giving advice. She told me to be a bard and made fun." Of bards, specifically, not of Fiadh, but it was totally sort of the same thing to a sensitive pre-teen. Liffey would have agreed with her. Too bad she didn't know who Liffey even was.

"Caring for the pack sounds good," Fiadh mused. "Then I could hunt for anyone who needs it or help out on the borders or just help everywhere, I could do a little of everything." It really sounded like the perfect job for a jack-of-all-trades like Fiadh. Only... "Would I be stuck babysitting all the time?" It wasn't that she didn't like kids. Really, she did. She just didn't want to be on den duty all the time while her siblings got to do cool, fun stuff. They'd make fun for sure.