Moonsong Glacier One must have a mind of winter

Silence, then, as the panther bit his tongue: Swimming is a hobby, not a skill, he almost said. He was glad when she dipped her head; he was embarrassed on her behalf. But that brief moment of discomfort bought her time to reword and expand on that point, and although fishing was not the first skill he'd pick for a wolf, it was certainly respectable. Challenging, in a way that showed strength and promise.

He looked at her again, a little more critically this time. Perhaps she was not so soft as she appeared.

"A commendable set of skills," he said, his tone extra approving to make up for the previous moment of embarrassment. "There are none in this pack who know well how to treat hides. I can tell you of the other packs in the region, but perhaps you will remain here with us. You would be provided for — expected to hunt as well, yes, but supported so you have time for the hides."

Other ideas came to mind. She was young, as she said — and she was willing to learn. That was important in a pack with Morningsong's membership.