Bearclaw Valley so close to what

just what's right.

she mulled over those words after he'd said them, chewing them up and digesting them as if they were law above all else. and she wondered silently then what made something right? was it a personal decision, or was it decided by society? maybe it didn't matter.

she didn't linger on the thought long, turning then to focus upon the other words the man spoke. "i'm not much good at the more dexterous trades," she teased. "i learned how to work the pelts though, so i've got that going for me," she tacked on with a lighthearted laugh. "maybe i'll learn a bit more from milana."

after a few moments she mused, "before i had my kids i loved to explore. i'm good with keeping a map in my head," she raised a paw to give a few taps against her temple as if to reiterate her words.