What you owe

“Roan.” Sirius said softly, looking down at the injured man. There was a touch more respect in his voice then there might otherwise have been. Roan had looked out for her sister, stood up for her, even against her wishes. It took courage to stand up to the spikey healer, and he had done so only because he cared. That told Sirius that Roan would take steps to look out for Io, and, in turn, made the Warlord respect him.

He needed warriors he could count on, and he had a feeling Roan might just develop into one that he needed. “Your looking a little better. Care for some exercise?” they could stretch together, and see how Roan’s body reacted to the movements. If his body held, they could continue into a spar. Roan was no longer just an injured wolf taking up resources, he was a friend. Sirius, for that reason, would go a little easy on him.