You own me like whispers in poetry

He looked at the wolf that had taken his heart as she laid her head lightly against his fur. He wrapped a paw gently around one of her shoulders, and kissed her nose gently. The third test was going to be the hardest. It had to be, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. It went against his nature, but he needed to know she could protect the pack, their children. That she would find the strength to stand on her own four paws when it came to the Armada. She could, and should, bend to him. But not when it came to protect the Armada.

“The third test is fighting back. Not just balance, and defences. You have to attack, and know how to. Know what to aim for, how to bring your enemy down.” he explained softly. What would she think of that?