Feel the beat now if you've got nothing left

He flicked his ear as she tested his name on her tongue. He could imagine it would sound better later but for now she was still maturing and becoming the woman she should be. He knew moments later by the way she seemed to reject her own maiden name, the way she seemed ashamed of such a thing, that she must of had some sort of problem with her family life. He nodded as she finished and told him he would have a mere two seasons to wait before she would be able to be breed. "Be proud of your maiden name Nova. If you cannot find a reason to be proud of it and make such a name better then you may disregard it and take up my own last name as yours." He didn't know exactly what could make a woman hate her own namesake but he did know he could give her one that would be something she could better.

He knew with proper training she would become a proper wife for him. One of many, though he would gradually let her know that he would bed others than just her. It was the way of spartans. Many wives meant many strong sons could be provided. She would make a good mother for some of these children. she asked what came next and he was obliged to answer her. "You have many things to learn between now and when you gift me with our first litter. We may as well start now. What is the extent of your knowledge of hunting and fighting? What has your mother taught you of your place among a pack setting?" He kept to her past training for now, since it would either be something he should build off of or rewrite for her.

Perhaps he would have to train her from the ground up. It would matter little to him though. He turned his gaze on her, her scent taken in as he did so. He would need to bathe her in his own so Nabis and others would know she was taken.