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She tried to justify her vocation but it wasn't going to get far with Revui. He only valued physical strength, although with the leader of Ursus being a thin and rangy fellow, he had learned that strength could come with speed as well - however, intelligence, herbal knowledge, and even the power of a wordsmith, all held the same low view to him. Perhaps if he had other tutors as a child he would be more open to all walks of life; alas, he was not.

Her questions earned a snort, but he listened until she was finished. It had not occurred to Revui that he could teach others to be strong; he was born in to it, and while his training had come in waves from various siblings and members of his birth pack, he never considered that his prowess in combat was due to them - he thought it was in his blood, and if it wasn't in the blood of others then they were destined for weakness.

I suppose, he relented against his better (limited) judgement. If this pack is to be strong then work must be done. I would do it if ordered. But not before, he implied. He had yet to meet anyone worthy of such attention anyway.