Big Salmon Lake Shadows in the Woods

Raven's gut sank when the black hellion asked her to tell her beneficial traits of herself. This had reminded her of the very question that Ragnar asked her, and she almost cowered at the thought of feeling useless. Almost.

She sent a silent prayer to Azarartha and spoke with a calm she did not feel internally.
"I am a Mystic..I study under my goddess Azarartha, who is La Deitra der Luna, the goddess of the moon. She shows me predictions or foretellings of the time and season, and through the Lunar Scripts, I have accomplished mastering most of the moons phases. I can tell you the forthcoming types of events in the day, and if Azarartha grants it to me, the predictions of events in a season. The best breeding times, the best hunting times and areas..."

Taking a breath, the black femmora continued.
"I do not know if having a seer in your pack may prove useful, kyat, but, so far, from my situations, my visions and lessons have not been wrong, to this day."

Raven did not know if the fellow hellion would consider her, but if she was turned away, she would understand completely. After all, being a Naturalist was not very important in todays spectrum of time, it seemed.
With a seemingly calm face, the midnight wolf gazed at Meldresi, awaiting her judgment.