Sunbeam Lair A Face in the Labyrinth

He smiles at the slight wag of her fluffy, white tail. “I hope you would.” Is his simple reply.

Then the snowy wolf yawns, displaying large, impressive fangs. Healthy and clean. She obviously takes care of herself. He finds himself thinking before she continues on, speaking of being unable to fight.

He scoffs comically. “That is something that can be taught. I’m a fair teacher in that trade. I have years of experience and the scars to prove it. You’d make an excellent warrior.” He chuckles with a brilliant, borderline teasing smirk. “I’m sure you can the that bad, darling. I almost want to test you in a spar.” He hums the last sentence with a hint of devilish delight and a playful glint his is honey hues.