Northstar Vale Keep on movin'

"A moon's time is a long while," he remarked thoughtfully, his tone even but respectful. "But it sounds like you've prepared him well."

The mention of being kept busy didn’t seem to faze him. Greywood was no stranger to hard work; in fact, he welcomed it. Idle paws only left room for wandering thoughts, and solitude had already worn its weight heavily on him. Her question, though, gave him pause. His amber eyes lifted to meet hers, considering for a moment before he answered.

"I was trained as a tracker and a pathfinder. My role was to scout ahead, find the safest routes for the pack, and locate prey in the leaner seasons."