Wapun Meadow You’re right

Hmm, She mused softly, reflecting on what Twitch might be implying. Did your folkth teach you when you were little? She asked, a gentle kind of curiosity in her tone. She tried consciously to avoid sounding judgmental. Fighting had been a part of her training as a youngster, right alongside hunting, tracking, and scouting. She thought perhaps Twithc might've been taught- but had likely avoided conflict while travelling on her own. 

Not that I think everyone in the pack hath to learn how to be a warrior, but- She said, halting briefly to sniff at some rabbit pellets, left behind a day or two ago. It'th more of a 'juthe in cathe' thort of thing. I'd like for everyone to be able to defend themthelves, jutht tho.... She trailed off. She recalled the day a wolf had been killed, for no obvious reason, at the borders of Redtail Rise; the murder had resulted in a manhunt that had lasted for what felt like months. She shrugged. Y'know. She concluded with a light sigh. 

Just so she'd never come across another packmate, murdered senselessly by a wolf who'd gotten the upper hand.