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Ah, a huntress then. She nodded, smiling softly. 
"Witches alone cannot keep a pack going. You will be one of my Blackwings. Weather that's bird, deer, or fishcatcher, is up to you. But the packs hunters will be left in your capable paws." At that, the shewolf seemed to agree, and Macaria smiled even wider. "I do. And I hope that you trust myself as well. We'll do a proper initiation once things are more properly put together."