Ah, so it was the King of the pack she was speaking to. How magnificent, and not only was he the King, he was of Old Norse descent, the same as Shadow. She recognized his first name as soon as he spoke it. Arvid meant "forest of eagles". Shadow's own last name meant, Bjornsson, meant "son of bear". It made sense due to the fact that Shadow came from a lineage of large wolves from her father's side, from which she got her last name. When the question of only being a huntress came from the great King, Shadow wasted no time in giving him her answer. "Aye, I want nothing more than to be a hunter for the pack. My life's calling was always going after prey and feeling the wind in my fur. I wish to be a provider, and that is where my heart lies, King Arvid." Shadow may have been mysterious, appearing to be void of emotion, but she was a selfless creature. Being a hunter was in her blood. She was a wolf after all. It was simply in a wolf's nature to hunt. Shadow lived and breathed the hunt, the chase, the tracking. She was very experienced in her craft. She would put it to use to feed others, should King Arvid allow her in the pack.