The Sentinels if tomorrow you won't be mine

His sister spoke warmly of Eilidh – and the thought had crossed his mind. But he spoke nothing of their pale sister – for the woman could barely maintain herself, and he did not believe she was ready to take partial reign of Donnelaith. Nor, in the end, was he certain she even wanted such responsibilities. “That will be up to you to determine,” he noted, his gaze studying her bright features.
 
She spoke concern then of leading – and he was surprised to hear such. She had seemed so sure before—not once withholding her opinion and demand when either of them had governed any conversation with their pack mates, but her question rose with an earnest, and he dipped his muzzle lower. “Of course, Deirdre. We will aide with whatever you need.”