Sunbeam Lair talking out loud

recruitment was something that neon often did not think about, though with the slow march towards winter, the girl would eventually have to look for a place to call home. although neon often struggled to contort herself to serve those from a higher place of power, if it meant getting through life with as little trouble as possible, then she would make do.

however, she wondered if the rest of the wolves are a bit dry like this fennec is. thankfully, neon is pretty transient with others and can simply slip by with a nod of the head and a small smile. so she might just have to do a little more prodding first. "neon, it's nice to meet you, fennec."

"a pack sounds nice, but it's only as nice as its group. what would you say home is like?" an invitation to either gossip or remain professional, either decision would be gladly heard by the noble. "it's hard trying to find a place when you're not too talented in many things." 

the practice of course made perfect, though neon was always doubtful in herself. she could hunt and fish like any other functioning wolf, though fighting and tracking and other important life talents always remained out of reach for her. maybe listening was her talent or something along the lines of just trying to make friends with the world...