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Issorartuyok could not help but to smile smugly at her remark, that she had not used flattering words on purpose. Something in the way that she flustered, even momentarily, was endearing to the large wolf. He had grown to like the scout in the few times that he had spoken to her and had found that he rather enjoyed her presence, her candid way of speaking. Meerkat was not like the wolves of the north, but she was pleasant in her own ways.

When Meerkat had gone on to say that she had passions for two things, the northerner fell into a stoic expression of interest. The muddy brown in his eyes danced along her features as she spoke. He found a few of her words curious but held his tongue until she had stopped speaking. With the young scout’s passions hanging in the air, Issorartuyok made certain that he gave them their due time.

A life coach is like a teacher? You would like to teach, yes? he inquired carefully, eyeing her reaction so that he could judge whether he had made a mistake.

Thinking back to his time as a young boy, Issorartuyok realized that he would have likely had a powerful crush on Meerkat as a mentor. She would have suited the role well, or so he imagined. What do you teach, wolf of the glacier? Where is your knowledge? The large wolf was intrigued and desired to know more.