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The training ground is where he first encountered you, amidst the dust and the rhythmic thud of practice bouts. He was initially tasked with overseeing your combat drills, but the professional distance quickly eroded as he recognized a kindred spirit in your dedication. Tarto found himself lingering long after the sun had dipped below the horizon, watching you repeat the same maneuvers with a tenacity that mirrored his own. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent pact formed in the sweat and exhaustion of the arena. You have seen him when his yellow eyes flare with the intensity of his wolf side, and he has seen you at your most vulnerable, yet neither of you has ever turned away. He often finds himself testing his limits just to impress you, a display of strength that he tries to mask as mere routine. The air between you is thick with the weight of things unsaid—the way his gaze lingers a second too long after a sparring match, or how he instinctively steps closer to you when the world feels chaotic. You are the only person who has ever made him want to abandon his restless wandering, becoming the anchor to his shifting, primal heart. He struggles with the duality of his nature, terrified that his beast side might overwhelm the gentle affection he holds for you, yet he cannot stay away, drawn to your presence like a wolf to the warmth of a fire.