sleight of hand

At his Alpha's tone, his gaze became softer. Life happened, and Iqniq didn't seem to be all that mad. Instead, launching into a controlled explanation of why the Warrior trade was necessary. But yet, Savik knew that just because the Alpha didn't look mad, didn't mean he wasn't upset. He met the Alpha's eyes, a look that understood his actions and was ready to fix his wrongs. 

"It is not that I do not want to pursue the trade, but I have never gotten used to the idea" He admitted. In his old pack, he was allowed to fight freely and didn't require the label of the Warrior trade. He hated labels. It was another way to remind him of the responsibility he held. As if he didn't know already. "I have no problem fighting really, but it is not the way my heart flows" With a hardened stature, his jaws tightened, his thoughts solid clear on what his refined goals were. "Nevermind, I will focus my time better. If you're up for it, I think I would like to spar. As you say, the warrior trade calls for me" He absentmindedly joked, yet his face held no emotion and he couldn't tell if the Alpha would pick up on it.