Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

"I think it make an interesting life, even if we pursue different aspects, I'm sure there will be ways to help one another." She smiled at her friend, glad to now have an active role in the pack. She could learn quickly, and she could do well. However, she would not put the Brotherhood before the majority of the pack; especially with winter. If it came to it, she would hunt first, to whatever lengths, then resume her progress in the spring when things, hopefully, got easier again. 

The woman looked up to the trees, and to the corvids that lived there. "What sort of things do they train you to do?" She supposed it would be wise to ask so that she could think lengthy about it; and have no qualms or indecisions later.