Neverwinter Forest changing of the guard [ic joining]

She nodded as he answered her, the gears in her head turning. The sympathetic side of her, and the side of her that valued life and yearned to protect all who needed help, wanted to just reach out and take him under her wing. But the Feralheart in her could not do that. The Feralheart needed justification. Reasons. Proof that it was a wise decision and in her pack's best interests. Several weeks ago, when she had first established her claim on this land, she took in any and every stray that washed up on her doorstep. She had needed members. That was not the case anymore. She could afford to be picky now.

She was skeptical as she looked at his injuries. This was not the best time of the year to be taking in wounded stragglers who couldn't offer much. And she knew, despite his attempts to reassure her, that it would be some while before he was well enough to benefit Neverwinter in any way. "Understand this," she replied, some of the frost leaving her voice and being replaced by a more reasonable tone. "It is the middle of winter. This is not the best time to take in wounded strangers. Frankly, you would be a burden for quite some time until you healed enough to pull your weight. Tell me then, Hamied, why it would be a good idea to take you in. Tell me of your strengths, what you can do. What makes you worth my time?"