Lost little lamb

She stirred, sitting up a little more, raising her head, and opening her eyes. Mainly because the conversation was becoming stimulating.

"Oh, I agree with you. I was wondering what the benefits we could entice them with were. If they're comfortable in the apprentice rank and don't have any pressure to move out of it, what's spurring them to seek higher ranks?" Her background was a mixed bag of rubbing shoulders with overly privileged elites and invisible servants, serving a queen who was more keen on keeping her princess in the dark and used for bullying at parties. Ignita never got to see much else of the pack or how it might have worked.

"What do we do if they refuse to learn?" She asked, placing her paw over his arm, but placing her cheek against his.