Horizon Ridge Turning Angel Wings to Dust

As far as Pied knew, the pack lacked an official hunter. She imagined they would primarily hunt large game together, though a wolf that specialized in small game would surely be a welcome addition to the ranks. Even when the herds thinned, Kanti could theoretically keep all their caches stuffed with prey. If memory served, there was a role for those who hunted and stored meat: Gamekeeper. He might find just the niche he was looking for in Horizon Ridge.

Youth hardly counted as a weakness, though Pied noted his admission of fear and immaturity. These were less desirable traits, certainly, but also things Kanti could overcome with the guidance of strong leadership and support of pack mates. All in all, he offered up a decent balance of good and bad and he answered promptly, which gave Pied faith that he spoke honestly and not from some rehearsed script in his head.

Pied idly wondered how he'd become adept in his field, which also tied into a more pressing curiosity about his reasons for leaving his former home. "Where did you live before you came here? And why did you leave?" That latter part could be an especially important detail. What had prompted Kanti to depart from everything he knew and seek better fortune elsewhere? Had it been a voluntary decision or had he been forced out by something beyond his control?