Sunset Valley don't turn off the lights

well - straight to the point, huh. saarth swallwed back a grimace. "the usual. i can fight, hunt, scout, name a dozen constellations," she shrugged, "and i know some stuff about healing." admittedly, there was a lot saarthal could've said to improve her case but there was something about the girl that rubbed her the wrong way - though she couldn't have pinpointed it if you'd asked - and anyway, she wasn't that interested. whether it was joining a pack or surviving in general, saarthal's current general viewpoint was if she was going to die alone in winter, buried by a pile of snow, then she was going to die alone in winter, buried by a pile of snow. there was no changing fate.