Sun Mote Copse the jabberwock, with eyes of flame

She sensed insecurity behind his words, though she wasn't really sure what to say to help him. He made an offhanded remark about becoming a scout and Sugar chose to respond to this. "Maybe. My mom used to be a scout when she was younger. You should hear some of her stories." She paused, pondering the next thought in her queue, and almost decided against voicing it. It seemed counterproductive, though what was she if not honest? "To tell you the truth, I don't really understand how scouting helps the pack. It seems like a trade more suited to loners."

But she couldn't simply say that and not come back with a suggestion of some kind. "If you like roaming, though, what about being a tracker? I don't know if you're any good at hunting but trackers follow herds. It sounds a lot like scouting to me, with the added bonus of helping feed the pack." Naturally, that didn't lend itself to visiting the Frosthawks, though Sugar was perfectly happy to shift the focus off her imminent departure and shine the spotlight on Bronco's prospects instead.