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He caught her off guard, and she fumbled in that endearing way of hers as he looked on fondly. But she equally caught him off guard with her question, and his brows furrowed briefly as he was drawn into thought. Perhaps his way of ranking was outdated. It held closer to traditional ways that the new ways of culture and society, and though a couple of his wolves had embraced it, the ranks had since stagnated. It was not necessarily a bad thing. Stability was comfortable, but among the ranks of subordinates there was often flux and this was normal. Or at least that is how it was in his homeland.

Now questioning the 'how' himself, he answered her with his own question. "Would you like to? I know I asked you before of your aspirations..." The black wolf's head canted curiously.