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Bright eyes upon him, the delicate creature was quick to reveal understanding that seemed genuine enough. She questioned a lesson in sparring—and with an incline of his broad muzzle in acquiescence, the Mayfair tilted his frame, beckoning her within their borders. “Of course,” he offered, his tone gruff.

Assuming she trailed after him, he began to lead the way. “What do you wish to work on most? What’s your experience with fighting?”