Lost little lamb

A laugh rumbled softly out of his chest when he realised he had misunderstood her. Of course she understood, his clever little Ignita, always working to better the pack. She had been looking for solutions, Not asking why.


He cracked open an eye enough to kiss her cheek, his affection for her past what he could put into words. “You're right, that's exactly why they haven't moved. If they don't want the authority, and aren't afraid to stay at what's comfortable, they need incentive. Perhaps we allow them a year's grace in the apprentice rank, and if they don't rise, they fall.” That was one of the benefits of the slave rank.