Swiftcurrent Creek spellcraft

Not at all evasive, Frederick said with a polite shake of his head. I'm not expecting much, I don't think: A place to sleep, community, he began. I can hunt big game. My family were expert caribou hunters, tracking—and defending, when it came to rival packs encroaching on our food source. I can also fish. Frederick had never typically had to advocate for himself, but he hoped his first time proved enticing.

I can fight, albeit he was no berserker; no true warrior, but he knew how to keep himself safe, how to keep others safe. And I understand the basics of marking territory. He hoped this resume of sorts was "impressive" enough to garner him a place within the pack. He wasn't experienced at all when it came to sick, elderly and children, but he hoped that he could be considered useful.