Dragoncrest Cliffs I'll make a man out of you

Uncertain with how serious Njord was in his quest to win back his lover from a neighboring pack, Rosencrantz had left the mention of training the flame-licked ward on the backburner in his thoughts. Brushing it off and half believing it would not come to fruition as the boy's adrenaline would fade and eventually coming to his senses. His daily routine only broken by the sight of that same individual coming out looking as spry as ever as if there were no puss-filled wounds just weeks prior to today. 

With an acknowledging nod, he expected their paths would simply cross and both men moving on to their own duties... still, he wondered, did Njord really aspire to have a rematch with his rival male?