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Wraen had not expected a fantastic and lengthy resume from a yearling - Chanel did not need to worry. Her honesty was appreciated, because the Sovereign would have been more skeptical, if she had boasted with skills and achievements that weren't her own or true at all. The girl did not seem to be discouraged by the prospects of a difficult life, though it could be written off to her lack of experience in the world. But that she would learn with time and, if Firebirds did not turn out to be the place her heart desired to be, then Wraen would not be the one to deter her from leaving.

"As a matter of fact we have both elders and a lot of childr... adolescents that would benefit from a company of a young and eager packmate," she replied. "You do not have to worry about not having a particular calling - I myself started that way, when I was your age," she reassured. "Good hunters are appreciated and we need some, who can help at patrolling too. At the moment our sergeant at arms Niamh and her son are the only two warriors there," she explained. "And over time you might find, what you enjoy doing particularly and we can help you as much as possible," she finished.