Redhawk Caldera red right hand

FitzDutiful was very thankful when Fox actually let the subject lay to rest and gave him some tips on being a warden. This was one of the reasons why he loved it so much at the Caldera. The wolves respected your own personal space. If you didn't want to talk about it - and it wasn't going to endanger the pack - they were perfectly willing to just let you be with the understanding that if you needed them they were there for you. Just like a family should be.

A question was thrown FitzDutiful's way and he wasn't one hundred percent sure on how to answer it. "It's been a long time," he said, deciding to go with the truth. "And that's partially why I wish to take up the trade. A wolf needs to at least know how to defend their lands." It would be nice to start getting the physical activity that being a warden required. It was been too long since his last spar - before he ever came to the Teekon Wilds in truth. "Want to practice now?" His tail began a slow wag as he awaited her response.