Lost Creek Hollow no grave can hold my body down

He could appreciate that the woman before him too seemed eager to get to the point. The silver bear gave an idle wave of his tail, his muzzle lowering still as he maintained his submission to her rank and law. “I excel at battle and hunting, though I wish to brush up on the tactical side of both,” he offered, feeling the need to express that while he had experience, he was hoping to learn more. To grow more.

To find a pack he could grow with.

“I’m willing to explore other skills as required, if I feel I can live up to your expectation of them.”