Sleepy Fox Hollow i want to play a game.

the man's unreadability was unsettling but not quite in a way that caused Jig to feel mistrust - at least, no more mistrust than he usually felt towards any stranger. It was not long before the gruff reply came, vhat qualifications do you have? There was something just slightly different about the midnight beasts manner of speech, feeding jigsaw's curiosoity of this man and his pack even further. No matter. He had been asked a question.

He did not let more than a few seconds pass before responding, having spent the trek here considering it at length. I know that there is a famine here. My expertise is in hunting; thats how I was trained. But I know a bit of everything, and with some pointers I could pick up whatever else is needed. except for being a warrior. He did not add this yet, hoping that it would be asked about now, were a wolf with this skill needed. 

I love these mountains... But I've been a nomad my entire life, and I can adjust to new surroundings quickly.  jig chose now to shut his mouth, eyes wandering up to meet the nameless man's strange lilac gaze.