Stone Circle Please do not push me away

He allowed his mother's sentiment to fall upon an obstinate heart; in the blindness of this moment, her hope was misplaced. The raven would tolerate the patriarch, would seek to respect him, but only in the ways that were due him by rank alone. He would never move his affections in a way that held Greyback at anything closer than at a tail's length. As of now, his mother held her hopes in vain.

But there were other matters at hand, of greater importance. If his mother was apprehensive about what these matters were, Merrit remained oblivious to this. He cut quick to his musings, and proceeded to speak at his mother's request. "I am aware that I am now counted among the adults here, and I would like to make myself more useful to the pack. I trust that you, of any wolf here, have seen my strengths the best," and he raised his brow to his mother at this, allowing his level gaze to rest on her eyes, "You already mentioned our need for a healer. Do you believe I would do well if I chose to train in this? Or is there another gap within Easthollow that I could fill better, a trade that is needed, but is not yet present within our ranks?"