Redsand Canyon her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle

She asks if she can stay and he smiles cockily, as if the answer is obvious. “Of course. You’d be one of the Saints, dear.” He hums easily. “You’d eat, drink, and sleep with us. Become a true member of the pack.” 

Then she describes her skill set and desire to learn how to fight. She would has to take up the little damage, a lot of speed kid of battle technique. She’s so small, but he’s sure he could train her to be fierce. Along with some of the other members of the pack. Perhaps she would need the know how to fight larger opponents. He only knows so much of that. Since he’s usually fought smaller opponents.

He nods eagerly. “Your skills will be much needed. Especially your ability to look so innocent.” He chuckles with a teasing smile. “Perhaps spy and poison our enemies.” 

Then his face falls as she mentions her last, more reluctant offering. No. He wouldn’t don’t use her for pups. More would he allow anyone else to in the pack. Or any other pack. He’d kill them first. So he shakes his head. “No. That won’t be necessary, darling. No one will make you do that here.” He lowers his head and smiles softly down to her as she rests herself against him. Daring to rub his cheek against hers briefly. “You’re welcome, dear. Let’s get you to sleep.” He hums in her ear. Silently offering for her to sleep with him tonight.