Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

She shrugged for she’d never seemed too bothered for her specilties. But, seeings as she is to settle here, she was starting to give it thought. The woman was definitely going to be a scout, the thought of staying trapped in one territory for too long did not appeal to her in the slightest. 

Then there was the prospect of learning the herds routes, and making sure that the pack would be kept full and healthy. She could easily be a tracker. Slowly, Flicker moved to lay down, her tail silently swiping the air, ”A spy would be interesting,” she mused. It possibly meant she could keep on her toes and exploring whilst having a task to do in the meantime instead of aimless wanderings. 

”I can learn pretty quickly,” she smiled softly knowing that pursueing this will help her achieve her scout specalties faster than she would before.