Ravensblood Forest My life ain't filled with worries

She fell, and as she backed up, he remained where he was, breath coming in shorter as well as he watched for her next move. Instead she began to speak of Ragnar and her time on the coast. He chuckled breathlessly too at her innocent mistake, imagining it. His own father had been the one to teach them of it. He sobered though when she delivered the news that follows.

The bay had done so much for them, to hear Ragnar was gone was truly sorrowful. He had not met the alpha, so his depth of feeling could be nowhere near Junior's, but he ached for her. "I'm sorry. He taught you well." Anyone could see that. "I think he would definitely feel honored to hear you say that." It was a high compliment, that she trained and excelled in his name. A testament that his legacy had not ended with his death, but would be carried out through children both born and adopted.

He wondered if he perhaps shouldn't visit her, to see if they needed anything. Repay some of the kindess they had given so freely. "I don't want to keep you from that," he replied uncertainly. "I bet she could use a visit more than I need a sparring lesson." He was enjoying this immensely, but didn't want her to remain here if she needed to see her foster mother.