Goldy was delicate and slightly small. But she had found that this only made wolves underestimate her. And this was not a bad thing always. It meant she could surprise them. She had inner wells of strength that she carried, even if she didn't share it with the world. She had been on her own for the larger part of her adult life. She was a fair hunter, a darn good healer, and walking did not scare her.

Goldblossom looked at this fox wolf. She did not know if she would fit into their pack. But she knew winter was coming. She needed one. So she dipped her head. Well I can try, yes?

She could not imagine not needing a healer. Everyone got sick now and again. And wounds were important to be fixed before anything else happened or it worsened. She could do this. She also was a midwife, if there were puppies coming, as all healthy packs had. She could help there too.

I am also a midwife. I can help mothers with their babies.