Otter Creek Devotion of the Leaderless

There was a time in Osprey's childhood, when she had demanded attention and listened very little to what other's said. Over the time, however, she learned, how unpleasant it felt, if her packmates took no interest in what she had to tell, therefore she had learned to balance things out. Besides it was always nice to know that one of the reasons, why the conversation went on smoothly and your partner was enjoying it, was you. Therefore she smiled in an encouraging way at Nishu Inte, while he explained in details, what his origins and duties were.

"Well... I am a lorekeeper and story-teller," Osprey replied and paused a little to see the Knight's reaction. Most wolves, who had limited imagination thought that this was no good job at all, yet they didn't realize that every story came with a lot of efforts and it took time and skill no raise it from a tiny idea to a blossoming tale. "But I am also good at hunting and racing. I have traveled a little, but I like to stay at home and help, whenever it is needed," it was true that one couldn't be the best at everything, but you could try at least to lend a helping paw at any kind of job.

"How do you know that you have found a master?" she asked still curious about the whole knights business. "Do they request you or there is some sort of signs you can read?"