Sun Mote Copse all my friends are turning green

Nellie wasn't good at taking advice. She was pretty stoic. If you had wolves in your pack that could actually make good suggestions, of course you'd listen - but there was no denying there were some stupid ass wolves on this planet. She chuckled then. My grandparents? 'You mean aunty Finley and uncle  Elwood? She smiled. Yeah, they were pretty old, but not that old. Or were they? Did they have kids who got kids of their own? God their tree was confusing. Eljay! Eljay had had kids, and Fin and Elwood were his parents. BOOM - grandparents they were.

She took the advice to heart, but a question lingered on her tongue. Okay, but what if you have someone whose judgement and good sense you don't trust? Like, someone really dumb but nice. She questioned. Did you just ignore them and give em a little pat on the head for trying? Wouldn't they get mad?

Learning, mostly - Sparring, hunting, tracking, stargazing - the basics of it all. Raven even taught me the basics of healing! That was really cool. She answered. She had had a good time with the Frosthawks, but with such a vast array of things to pursue, Nellie didn't know what to pick for sure. She liked the idea of being a medic, but hunting and fighting came nearly natural to her. It didn't help that now she was determined to find her spot in the hierarchy as well. I don't know what I liked most.