Atlas could see her mind working, processing his words and fitting together puzzle pieces to make into a bigger picture. Every now and then she’d give a small shake of her head, like she was crossing something off of a list. How he longed to know what she was thinking, but he could take an educated guess. He figured she was thinking of the ways he could be of service to the pack, namely in a pack role. He himself could honestly think of nothing. Because he had been trained his whole life to be a fighting machine, he hadn’t had much time to consider other possibilities. Now that he needed to think of something, he was drawing a blank. This made him feel weird, almost inferior in a way which wasn’t something he was used to. A small, barely noticeable frown curved into his maw.

His scruffy ears swiveled forward as she began speaking. She explained that he could be a scout, something he didn’t know a lot about but something that, as she explained, he grew more interested in. It suited his needs perfectly. As a lookout he could gather information, but not have to have a lot of interactions like he preferred. Moving around was also a plus, because despite his size he was a big ball of energy. He liked to be constantly moving, mainly because his legs hurt if he sat still for too long. A nod bobbed his head,“Yeah, that seems pretty much perfect. I don’t know a lot about scouting, but I’m willing to learn.” He replied, allowing a small smile. This was a big rarity for the mostly expressionless yearling, smiling. It startled him slightly, and a half-curious light lit up his gaze as he looked at Inali.

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