Hoshor Plains the wind shifts

Inna thought for a moment. What could she do? She had raised herself, and only knew things by instinct. She never liked wrestling with her littermates- she never saw the point. And her mother certainly hadn't taught her anything useful. "I'm- I'm very observant. I learn things easily, and I have a pretty good memory." Inna wondered if the leader had a soft spot. "I've been alone almost my whole life, so I don't really know what's useful for a pack. What would be useful?"
The wind shifted and Inna immedietely detected the smell of prey. But it was so faint she could hardly decode that it was a turkey. Probably female... old...

The silver juvenile snapped back into attention, realizing she had been daydreaming. "I'm sorry, I just smelled the turkey, and I always get distracted by prey." she apologized. "I just get curious as to what it is, and-" Inna shut up, realizing she was not making the greatest first impression. She looked down, waiting for the reaction, whatever it may be.