Deepwood Weald So lovely on the eyes.

Nyx had been comfortable in her youth too. Her pack had been big and everyone cared for one another at Blackfeather. She didn't have to learn how to hunt or fight, but she did it anyway. Perhaps it was only to stand out, but it helped her greatly now as she tried to provide for the Meloniis that supported her mate's claim. She had no idea who raised the young boy at their borders, but whoever did obviously had spoiled him. Nyx made a mental note not to let her own go as far as to whine on a stranger's doorstep.

She observed him, quiet as always, Tulugak eyeing him just as much as she was. Her speckled tail now nearly curled over her back, and when the boy was finished talking she finally spoke up. If you cannot hunt for yourself now, I cannot trust you will return what you take - even less likely are you to double the amount. Harsh? Yes, but not untrue. She had no use for false promises that made her look weak in front of their following. The boy was healthy enough to hunt, old enough to be able to fend for himself. He needed to be pushed a little more than he had been, she thought. Much like Aries, and he had proven to be a great asset.

We do have wolves here who can hunt. No masters, but enough to learn from. With pups on the way, we could use more helping hands. Her proposal was already clear, but seeing the boy had just begged for food in front of a pregnant lady, she didn't deem him as particularly intelligent. Perhaps I can give you the resources you need to learn - that is, if you decide to stay with us.