Stone Circle Bein veiði

He didn't seem put off or disappointed by her admission. In fact, it seemed like he took it much the way Lestan had taken everything about her; he took it as normal. And maybe something else would catch her interest. Lestan had suggested being a rogue, and she'd jokingly followed up on that, but she didn't really think she could do that. Or could she? Did she know herself well enough to tell?
Hunting was something she could do, though, and gathering herbs too. It seemed too cold for the latter, but Lestan had implied that this wouldn't last forever, so maybe one day she would be able to help with that. For now, filling caches seemed doable enough. As long as she could avoid bears.
That makes sense, She said, thinking of how she'd found the dark wolf in Riverclan hunched over a stony crevice that smelled of herbs. I can help with caches. Thank you for telling me all of this... and um... do you think you could teach me the language Bjarna speaks? More than anything, she wanted to be able to have a conversation with the pale girl. She wanted to learn their language, as Lestan had suggested, and this man seemed like a perfect candidate for a teacher.