Moonsong Glacier I guess I'm doing karaoke on the 29th :/

jr wants to laugh at being called a mighty hunter; finding it both cute and misplaced that their leader thought she was good at hunting just because she happened to have a lucky day. out of respect for her pack mates, of whom were left to make their own assumptions about her for now, jr doesn't. but she does aim to correct this with a shake of her head and a signing of -no.- in ptero.

-i am a terrible hunter.- her paws form the words in ptero, wishing that things didn't take so much time to learn. to teach.

-i am a warrior.- or, she would be, one day. she wasn't even sure she liked hunting. it was a necessity, and one, in reality, that she had barely skated by with.

but she wouldn't turn down a possible future hunt, either; offering shortly thereafter, in perhaps a confusing manner, a soft nod.

jr slow blinks at him, squinting for a moment as she tries to make out his words.

her response is a bit delayed, and she offers a soft shake of her head when she finally puts the puzzle pieces together. -i teach you words.- she signs in ptero; determined not to categorize some over others.