Can’t take you anywhere

As obnoxious as losing to his sister was, Artorias couldn't be bitter when Daphne planted a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. He groaned in disgust, but smiled and giggled all the same, pushing at Daphne's chest to get her off of him. Once free from her pin, the little boy rolled to his paws and shook his dusty coat out, only half listening to his sister's monologue about being a protector because she was the biggest of them while he gathered up his fallen sword and sheathing it safely away. "Askan can help, if he's not in a bad mood," he remarked. "Mom and Mama are also really good fighters. I bet they'd be happy to teach us all how to be the best fighters if you wanna learn with me!" He stood beside Daphne, looking at his larger sister with a determined fire in his amber eyes. "Our pack is gonna need warriors to keep the healers and any wolves we're helping safe. That can be our job when we get bigger. Wanna help me keep our family safe?" He didn't know if Daph's preferences ran towards the path of a healer or a warrior, but why not give her the option for both? Both roles would be highly valued in their pack's future.