Shadewood ipiktusuktuk ✺

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Haught came to him as she asked side-windingly for spirits to forgive her. He guessed decently on the behalf of Shamans being picked sexistly, they right better forgive her. "Dutch use'ta tell me I could grow up and be whatever it was I ever wanted, if I tried hard enough at it and got good at tellin folk bout it. I reckon aint no harm in you doin' tha same, miss." He offered a bit of smile at that, some kinda encouragement for the woman. Womenfolk liked being encouraged too, he supposed. Hell, everybody wanted to hear they had a fighting chance. 

At her words, he could nod, but in his heart he knew thats all he was- a soldier. He wasn't no top leader man; he had always been a second in command, and always followed orders to the tip of a tooth. Wasn't no comin' up with plans or embarkin' on some fanciful shit for him- he followed orders. And that lifestyle was one he wasn't able to shake off. Hell, even this was gonna be hard for him, because passively he aint been doin nothin but following Kukutux's subtle directive. "I s'pose so, miss 'Tux. But some folk don't right have that strength. Hell, I know me and Vetty wasn't rightly pack wolves, but we had gotten real stuck on stayin' and just trading in comfort for commands. That's all I really know." At his admittance, he fell quiet, content to let the rest of their journey fall silent at his awkward and painful relay.

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Yes! We def can go one to brighter pastures~