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Medb smiled softly at the words and nodded. Every pack could use them; it was, in a sense, her job security. It was the skill she knew that she could always fall back on if she needed to. “I’m sure you could be good at it too… it took me awhile; I had to find the right teacher.” Her father had tried and often got frustrated, snapping at her… but her mother? She simply knew how to convey it in a way her father had not, and she had become skilled at it in turn.
 
The questioned statement trailed off and Medb visibly turned her head as she tried to figure out what the woman was asking before the question came. It was not a typical one, but she considered it for a moment. It was a difficult one. “I did a coming of age hunt with my siblings for our first birthday…” She started as they trekked. “We were hunting a moose; the four of us were meant to lead it, to show that we were worthy of joining the adult ranks. It was tradition.” She remembered fondly. “Because of my size we decided I would be a chaser and a herder, and that my brother would lead the attack group… but he hesitated. I got the kill.” It had commanded a certain amount of respect. “Just shows that size isn’t everything, eh?”