Big Salmon Lake far from grace

Frøya nodded in agreement when Hydra suggested that she settle into the pack first, before heading out to track down the three wolves of interest. It made sense, plus it would allow the young female some time to regain her strength and energy before starting another long expidition into the wilderness. At the mention of practicing self-defence together, Frøya's ears perked up in interest. "I would certainly appreciate that, thank you." She admitted, genuinely grateful for any time her new alpha would be willing to personally invest in honing her fighting skills. "I understand." Frøya added, making clear that she understood Hydra's wishes for her. She would only place herself into a situation she was prepared for, and not before that. 

Frøya had not been sure how her new alpha would take her admittance of itchy paws. She had been slightly worried that it might have been taken the wrong way, that Hydra might think her to be selfish, ditching a pack when she grew bored, and therefore not view her as the loyal subordinate she intended to be. Much to the young female's relief, Hydra did not take offense with her honesty, but instead listened and suggested to her a role within the pack which might allow her the freedom she had so desperately craved throughout her adolescence, without the need to abandon the pack. The role of scout certainly caught Frøya's interest, causing her deep-orange eyes to widen and glimmer with excitement. "The scouting role definitely sounds like one I'd be interested in pursuing." Frøya confirmed, with a contented sway of her dark tail behind her as she followed closely beside Hydra towards Moonspear mountain.