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Roan was slowly healing, the end was in sight but he was still sore and could tell he wasn’t at 100%. He needed to get out and integrate himself more fully into the pack. If he was going to stay here to be with Iolaire the silver marked titan needed to find his place. He was more like the Warlord than he realized, and his hulking frame could be intimidating. She looked up at him with ease though, and greeted him warmly considering their stranger status. He wasn’t one to engage in small talk either, and he could feel her hesitation.

”Roan.” He returned with another dip of his head. She was tiny compared to his huge form, but he couldn’t sake the feeling that she had a similar mindset to himself. He was wounded and not in tip top shape, maybe she would be willing to engage. ”Were you calling for a spar?” He asked with a bit of eager curiosity. He had always been better at speaking with his body than words.