To Live is to Fight [Sirius]

He smirked back at the wolf, especially when she abred her neck to prove her defeat. He pressed his nose against it, offering her no harm. He looked across the bridge of his muzzle to her, his smile fond, protective. She had a warrior's spirit, but not many could defeat him in battle. That was why he was the leader. To protect those beneath him, and that now included Hester.

He was finding himself rather liking Hester, and was glad he had stumbled upon her - quite literally too, in fact. She was welcome in his pack, and he hoped to see her thrive here.
“Hmm…” he mused, when she asked for his advice. “Get good, my peasant.” he said, leaping forward and jabbing her with a paw, before prancing away again. Big and hulkling as he was, it wasn’t a delicate motion. “Come on, let's go poke some more bears” or maybe just border patrol and see what comes their way.