Greatwater Lake the waiting game

Jaws had been carrying out the duties of a gamekeeper and warden, and to a lesser extent an outrider, not only because Peregrine had asked him to but because it was his best means of contributing to the pack. Eventually, he would gain the official title to go with his work, but the coywolf felt the designations were superfluous. Nothing about his responsibilities changed with the awarding of a trade, and although he could understand the logic behind designating specific individuals to concentrate more on one task or the other, he felt the system was overkill.

"I am one," came his answer and there was a slight smug look on his face. "I just don't have the title." Jaws shifted his jaw a bit. "Who needs a title? Why have them?" The coywolf doubted this young female had the answer so the question was more rhetoric than anything.