The Sentinels if tomorrow you won't be mine

It was the moment he had expected – he had known Deirdre to hold no desire to uncrown Aria and place it for herself alone, but he still felt a surge of warmth and love for the girl when she spoke this – wondering if Aria had expected any different. “I have stepped up as Donnelaith’s Beta for now, Deirdre,” he began, his bright eyes drifting from the pale gaze of Aria to study his sister. “But it is our hope to hand the pack fully over to you when you are ready,” he began, his muzzle tilting slightly.
 
“Your dream of fulling Donnelaith to what father saw for it is what we would want for the pack.. and we feel it is something you would do best, above all others.” He paused then, his muzzle tipping downward now. “When you are ready to rule… Aria and I will step aside, and we will found a pack close to Donnelaith – close to you, and home for whatever you might need us for,” he noted, his tail giving a nervous sweep through the air. “This way Donnelaith can be everything you want it to be.. and we can still hold our own values, dear sister.”