Big Salmon Lake And I Ran

"I won't slow you down," she replied, though her tone sounded far from convincing.

Meeka thought for a moment. What skills did she have that might convince Fang she wasn't totally useless? So far, she'd proved she was great at getting into trouble. In her former life, she'd been praised as an intelligent, good dog. She could shake paws, speak, play dead and even fetch the paper. Somehow, she doubted Fang would find any of this impressive. She thought harder. How could these things translate to living in the wild?

"I'm really smart," she said at last. "All I need is a little guidance, and I'll be able to help you hunt in no time."