Big Salmon Lake But one thing will never change

Amalia had learned at an early age to help provide where she could. Even if it was a stranger. Her family had once upon a time, relied on the kindness of strangers to get by. Possibly doing so again. "I must admit I would love it too, it has been too long since I hunted with another. My belly is more than full. I have already eaten today, so let us catch you something fit for the King of your heart."

Amalia was always eager for company, she was a social wolf after all. Her family all large and boisterous, she was too.

Amalia's eyes lit up. "Oh my father's family made their life with storytelling and healing. They would travel to and fro, offering their services in exchange for a meal. I hear tell that my Great Aunt Willow settled around here after she plied her trade for many years."

Amalia grew quiet and thought. "How about that's what we do? I'll help you hunt, and you exchange my help with a story, even if i must come back to collect another day? Does that work for you?