Fighting Giants

It was a good sign already that Naiche had no hard feelings over his injuries, nor the potential for more in the future. Az didn't think he'd ever intentionally cause harm to a wolf belonging to the Empire, but in his mind any cuts or bruises earned in training were fair game. He wouldn't want anyone to hold back on him, so he wouldn't hold back on anyone else either. He gave Naiche an affirming nod in reply. "Good."

He'd mentioned that he'd already fought their warlord - and didn't say he won, so Az assumed he'd gotten his ass handed to him by the titan - and planned to again and a ghost of a smile touched Az's lips. While the dire boy had come close at one point to besting his father, it was still a mountain he'd not yet been able to conquer. The day he defeated Sirius, well, perhaps he'd be finally ready for a crown. "We will see which one of us beats him first." He offered good-naturedly, turning his shoulders away from the man and preparing to leave. The training had been welcome, though he still wanted to get some time in with the practice dummies. "Let me know when your wounds heal and you're ready for your rematch."