Swiftcurrent Creek Brushling oh brushling

She was vaguely aware of the trades one could pursue amongst the wolves of Teekon but they weren't exactly the same as the professions of those she had known at home. She'd been alone for most of her young life and as such, had developed those skills that seemed worthy of note. Namely hunting, fighting, and rudimentary healing. She learned what she could from who she found when opportunities presented themselves. Issy was more of a jack of all trades - or at least a few of them - and a master of none. 

"What's scouting?" She asked with a mixture of ignorance and curiosity.