Ouroboros Spine Don't Believe Me, Just Watch

He wasn't certain what her reply towards his suggestion might be. She'd more than earned a little time off if she chose to do so and he had no qualms with it. Perhaps some day she'd consider venturing out, but for now he knew well and true that protecting their borders was something she lived for day in and day out. With their white guardian haunting their walls? He almost felt sorry for whoever she happened to come across.

Almost.

He excepted her dismissal of the idea with no more than a nod. If she ever needed an escape she would let him know. Until then, he let it be if only because she followed that remark with an equally interesting suggestion. "What? Are you suggesting I got a little rusty out there?" he teased, knowing full well what she meant by that. Truthfully he agreed. Tonravik had asked all of her wolves to pursue the trades of warrior and warden. Sparring their own and learning each from each other would help them earn mastery over their own bodies.

"It might be time for something like that," he agreed. "If I can catch Tonravik on a day when she wishes to speak, I'll run the idea by her." Or just talk at her until she was forced to use words. That seemed to work too.