Although others would probably disagree with this, Conor thought it was a good thing to have a steady group of healer within one pack. It helped them all to expand their horizon, having several colleagues to turn to. Of course, a wide variety of skills was to be preferred, but the young leader believed that his pack members should be able to choose freely what they wanted rather than what was needed. Dahlia de Mai was a strong pack these days and there was nothing in particular that they lacked. He had toyed some more with the idea of making more use of the town, but it was still nothing more than a thought.
A nod was given to the boy. ”I’d be willing to aid you if you decided to give it a try.” Conor’s schedule was tight, but he knew his priorities. He would never be too busy to aid the next generation and help them to acquire skills that one day would keep this pack going. The cinnamon coated male doubted he would be the best teacher, however, as he had barely practised this skill for more than approximately a year or so. He had had one of the best teachers there was though; his grandmother’s sister who had been a healer for many years.
Whether Saul understood what he meant with his words about rabbits or not, the topic was continued. Indeed, they were different to catch. The best thing was in fact to ambush—or so Conor thought. ”Ambush is probably the way to go,” he mused, believing that they all had their little tips and tricks when it came to the area of hunting. ”Making traps is also a very good way to capture smaller prey, have you tried that?” he continued, wondering if this was something to consider. It was easier now to ensure there was enough food now when the Stormbringer puppies had grown and were better able to take care of themselves, but it had been difficult at times. Conor should probably find someone with the knowledge of traps and see where that could get him.