The Heartwood aupaqtuq ⏜

Lane didn't have any issue with scars-- considering her profession, she had just about seen it all. In fact, she would prefer to have a warrior at her side, because at least she knew that he would always have use for her and her medical skills. 

Kukutux presented two options, and both of them filled Lane with a sense of.. what was it? Anxiety? Inadequacy?  Neither of these men would be interested in Lane. She was too young, too flighty, and too green. She would be a shit stepmom and an even shittier leader. She didn't know the first thing about pack life. 

The emotion made Lane uncomfortable-- she wasn't used to feeling less-than. 

"I think I would want someone more like me," Lane finally piped, voice quiet. "Someone just getting started.. Like not so, uh, established.." How had Kukutux put it? "Fewer roots, I guess." Lane had plenty of time, she didn't have to jump at the first bait that hit the water. She would wait and see if Kukutux could come up with a better match. An even match.