Blackfeather Woods you must be haunted

This was a new request to Jakoul. She had never been asked to teach someone before. She had always been the student. Which was for the best, with the way she lacked the ability to speak so fluently and freely. Teachers spoke and informed. Jakoul mashed words together here and there with the hopes they made some sort of sense.

Regardless, she would be willing sense she had been asked. No deformed paw would deter Jakoul from doing what she could to improve the hunting skills. Work...me, you. What was the saying she had been told countless times before? Something about groups. Better in numbers. That had to be it. And something close to a smile seemed to ghost across her usually fretful face.

As she grew more comfortable, her form carefully shuffled upwards. Hunched over to still be small but no longer crouched. Sitting. Her head carefully nodded as she was informed further of both the faces that lived here and what she might do. I help. This time it did not ring as a question. It was a strong (as strong as her breathy voice could manage) statement.

For once she did not look so submissive or fearful. It was easy to see that she looked rather pleased.