The Warlord's lips twitched at Isa’s reaction. He was happy to see her invested, and knew she was putting in the effort to strike him. If turning it into a game helped to keep the healer invested in fighting skills, he was happy to oblige.
He asked for her request, and was surprised by the answer. Oh, they were going the route of self-improvement, were they? Two could play at that game. First, he gave her an appraising look. He did not easily forget the heat he had felt for her when he thought he might lose her. "I want you to set yourself a reasonable timeline - by my standard - and decide what rank you want within the pack and how you're going to achieve it" he told her. The smile he gave then was self-satisfied. ‘And your second ask?” He asked softly, taking a step closer to the blue-toned wolf.
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