Bearclaw Valley you're the voice that i like

She stared unblinking momentarily as she listened, unsure if she should take offence the the other's words. Nonetheless, she was a bit embarrassed now.

Physical work is not what I prefer. She stated lightly. Pupsitting, working with pelts, advising, that is what I'm better for. It was what she was raised to do. Her purpose in her father's eyes.

Eyeing the branches above them, she let out a breath. My job as visor is good for that. It let's me take care of my packmates.