Redhawk Caldera summer days wasting away

Curiosity embellished Seal’s happy expression. “Trades?” Seal parrotted to let her friend know that she followed along with interest. It was true that every wolf at Moonspear played a specific role in the pack. Seal had already begun to develop inclinations, but she hadn’t thought about them in any kind of formal way.

“That’s a gran question!” Seal observed with a laugh. She thought for a moment and then Seal’s expression turned sheepish. She rubbed the back of her own head, embarrassed that her idea of a good time, picking leaves, was Frolic’s personal hell. “Well, I think I might want to be a doctor.” A pause. “Maybe.”

She went on to explain. “I’ve been learnin’ a lot about plants… an’ my leader, Sialuk, started tae teach me about mendin’ wounds when I was hurt. But I dinnae ken… not really…” Then she quickly switched the spotlight off of herself. “What about you? What other trades are there?”