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He listened intently, taking in the weight of her words and the responsibilities tied to the role she described. The scope of it, the trust it entailed—it was more than he had expected, but it was not unwelcome.

When she finished, he dipped his head again, a quiet acknowledgment of the honor she was offering. I understan'. he said, his voice low but certain. I’d be honored to be given such a position.

He paused, his gaze flicking briefly to the horizon before returning to hers. I’ll do what’s needed to prove I can handle it, he added, a faint edge of resolve in his tone. For the pack, and for the legacy you’re buildin' here.

With that, he fell silent, his expression thoughtful, already considering what steps he’d need to take to rise to the expectations set before him.