Swiftly doth these paws tread {Joining}

There was a mischievous gleam in the fae's eyes and he swallowed past his own nervousness, tail lowered a little in an anxious display of submission and anxiety. Mikael allowed his lips to curl up into a wolfish smile and watched the fae in his peripheral vision as she circled him. "If packs to the east ran things the same way, it'd be much easier to travel around. They seemed rather close together in eastern areas I've passed through."

He pondered the fae's question thoroughly and could come up with very little. Sure, he was a good hunter but most wolves were, if they were still alive without a pack. No, there was very little he could say he was unique in. "I've got nothing really. I'm good at using herbs and such, my mother caught my sister and I all she knew but I'm nowhere near a master. I guess I'm good at very few things. But I do them fairly well to balance it out. I'm fairly fast, so that is a bonus and I am fairly fond of pups. I used to amuse the pups of my old pack and such, so it's something to say at least. I guess that's it. I'm none too special, in any light."