Dragoncrest Cliffs but come, dear companions

Erzulie asked her to get to know the litter sired by Njord last year. She smiled at such a pleasant task. She already intended to get to know them better, partly because of their kinship with their sire, but also because she still desired to be a coach. And she really was on a mission to not just meet but properly get to know everyone who called Sapphique home.

Her smile faltered a little at the Obsidian’s words of caution. Every wolf was an individual, including the youngest among them. It stood to reason the youths might have various opinions about Njord and even herself. She already knew this, though now she had to wonder if any of them had expressed concerns to their mothers already.

It was and wasn’t her business, so Meerkat tried to think of a way to ask tactfully. I look forward to getting to know them. I’m a coach by trade, so I’m hoping they’ll look to me as a potential mentor, if they need one. The Duskfire pups had embraced her, but would it be the same here? If you have any tips about how best to approach any of them, I’m all ears. I’d love to be their coach and their friend, but I’ll respect whatever they want me to be to them.