Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

Her pack? So she wasn't just a vagrant hunting for her dinner. She could afford to give away to strangers and be charitable because she had a whole pack to support her? Sounded like a nice gig.

Hm, yeah, came the hybrid's nonchalant response to the question, I mean look at me, I'm the pinnacle of health. Strapped with muscle, trained from birth to infiltrate and murder! She was jesting again, pointing out the obvious flaw in Queenie's line of questioning. Why would she ask such a silly thing of Kratha? 

Okay but in all seriousness, I have no idea. I've never had to fight. I mostly roam around and try not to die, which could be said for anyone. Her ears fanned either side of her skull as she stared wistfully at the falling snow, thinking briefly. I was in a pack once before. Hunting came easy, and I was learning all sorts of things, but it wasn't... It wasn't meant to be.

Yeah, because you screwed it up, she thought suddenly, and her gaze dimmed.