Duck Lake whack-a-mole

At the mention of the white-furred woman’s first choice in trades, Siv’s ears perked forward and she peered at her friend with twinkling eyes. They had more in common than she thought. Flashing a quick grin, the Savoy girl bobbed her head. “Warrior, man that sounds neat! So you’ll run around fightin’ crime and kickin’ ass, right?” she inquired with a wide gaze. Then, with a thoughtful expression, the coywolf female wondered what other trade Star could attempt to obtain. There was a part of her that believed it would be fun to delve into something entirely new and unfamiliar. Then, insecurity kicked in at the thought of failing, and she realized that it could very well be something that hurts her instead of bettering her.

“You could try Outrider, or Warden. I mean, with Outrider you’re like this suave ambassador that zips around relaying messages, and you have a good hand in getting people to join your pack. On the other hand, if you’re a Warden, you’ll be able to do more of that ass-kickin at the borders,” she suggested with raised brows and a small nod of her head. “As for the ones I’m after, I’m going for Gamekeeper too! Naturalist, and Caretaker… though I’m pretty nervous about Naturalist because I’ve got a lot of room to grow there,” she then answered the female’s question. Perhaps Star would have tips for Siv’s endeavors.