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Grezig remained silent until she was certain that Kavik was finished speaking, ears pushed forward on her head to show that she was listening. So this pack would be… more of a democracy. That was interesting. Grezig’s natal pack had been more autocratic. Well… her dam and sire had had almost equal say, though a bit more emphasis had been placed on her father, with her mother mostly just backing up whatever he had said. Some wolves, Grezig knew, would wilt in that kind of environment, or demand more say in decisions. Grezig had thrived. Someone else had been in charge and all she had to do was follow orders. Her sire had been… not exactly kind, but not cruel, either, and his even-handedness had kept the pack peaceful. She had left not because of some dispute with her parents but more because she had reached sexual maturity and one day wanted pups of her own. It would be easier to do this outside of the commandment of her parents. She had left with their blessing.

Speaking of pups, she was surprised that Kavik and Liri seemed so open to the idea of others having pups besides them. Having grown up with parents like hers, it was an idea that was foreign to her, though she was grateful for it. These two seemed more even-handed than her own parents and were teaching her that one did not necessarily have to rule with an iron paw, though being firm was still important. Grezig thought that finding this group had probably been good for her. She found herself opening up more, speaking more, and finding genuine meaning in conversation. That being said, she still often bottled up her emotions. Feelings could get in the way of judgment, and even if she now found emotions more important than before, she believed that her brain was better at making decisions than her heart.

“Your pack is… different than the one I grew up in,” she offered finally. “You and Liri seem more open and willing to bend or change rules based on the needs of the entire pack. My sire probably would not like you.” A small smile graced her lips for a moment, and then vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. “About rank challenges… Are we allowed to deny them, or do we have to accept them? Are they decided by a spar? And afterwards, is there a grace period? For example, if I was a higher rank than Elixir, and she challenged me and we sparred. No matter who won, would we be immune from another challenge for a length of time?”