Recovery

As Callisto stopped to look over her shoulder at him, Max would offer a small smile before allowing his features to fall easily back into the soft caring look. While she was sick he had worried about her. To him, she wasn't just a pack mate. To him, she was his student, his friend and being his pack mate made her family as well.

The man Knew she held respect for him, but he was clueless to the amount of respect she had for him. Just as he knew she was grateful that he had come to check on her but knew not to what extent. Wise and smart he is but a mind reader he is not.

At her reply, he would give a small chuckle. He could sense the seriousness to the statement but couldn't help but find the humor that could be held within the words. She was strong and filled with pride so knowing weather she actually wanted him there to help her stay on her feet or if there was another reason behind it was almost impossible to know. So he would simply not and stay at her side.

Callisto's last comment, referring to training made him smile. Even when she wasn't feeling one hundred percent herself due to illness, she still wanted nothing more than to continue training. He wanted nothing more than to help her do that. "Well then, I'm sure there are herbs right here in The Stone Steppe. I'll even make sure you don't fall while we look"