Redhawk Caldera I never told you what I do for a living

With her ears perking a little higher and her head straightening taller on her neck, that ask was not as overambitious as she assumed. Redhawk required the customary attributes sought out in a potential recruit. ”Fair enough.” She responded with a nod, as those were all simple requirements for any “loner” to meet. ”Although… puppies are not my forte, but I can tolerate them.” At least she was being honest from the get-go. Protecting puppies, sure. No problem. Any day she could do that. Anything else beyond that which consisted of grooming and care, well… those were uncharted waters yet for the Mackenzie.
 
The raging wind of the blizzard was not slowing down and for the time being, Zsuzsa would be content indulging whatever the female wanted to know (fast-forwarding over anything dealing with the Saints) ”I’m from the Or’arde Weald, many miles away from these Wilds.” Her tongue danced with the accent of her homage when she described it. ”Natural vagabond, I suppose. Can never seem to sit still.” She shrugged in good nature. ”Well… hunting and scavenging for the most part, but also studying prey. Calculating movements, anticipating patterns.” Zsuzsa remarked but wouldn’t bore the female with the romantics of it. ”Can also sub in with patrolling and brawling if it comes to it.” She may be tall and lithe but preferred the more gritty and confrontational duties.