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The hair on Tuwawi's neck couldn't help but prickle as Njal's explanation spiraled into something more meaningful, loaded with pack related implications. He was training her how to fight? There was something to appreciate about maintaining good relations with their neighbors, but it was another thing altogether to train rivals in the art of combat. It didn't help that the Vale wolf was clearly a creature of great physical strength, due to her abnormal size. She would be an asset to any pack.

The Sveijarn suspended her breath, ears pinned backwards as a perceptible sign of her discontent. "Good," she told Njal. Fox would not take kindly to this at all, "because it seems this one has already decided who she runs with." She shifted uncomfortably, chin raised to look down at Xi'Nuata with a steely gaze. Her words had been curt, trusting it would be enough to deter the two from continuing with their training without having to openly voice her opposition. This place wasn't like Kindred, where they had sparred with other packs to strengthen bonds.

Slowly, her pupils shifted back to her mate, hoping her words hadn't scorned him.