Free falling

Tempest laughed at the goofy nickname, but did nothing to correct him. At least he didn't call her Twiggy. A twinge of nostalgia gripped her, but she pushed it aside. This was her pack, this was her life. And she would never run again. Her tail wagged as she greeted him, then decided to get straight to the point. "I was thinking, Fitz, I'd like to pursue the healer and counselor trades. If that's okay with you, of course." She wanted to help and be kind to all off her pack mates, and the trades she wanted to pursue she thought perfect for how she wanted to serve the pack.

Tempest yearned to one day be a beta for the pack, to help and support others as best as she could. She knew firsthand how it was to go through something rough, and wanted to be like Fitz with his kindness and positiveness.