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Omg. "Barf bag", lmfao.

Atticus got comfy, grinning forever at being called a barf bag but offering no retort. Peregrine was quick to jump to business, and by the time he finished explaining everything, Atticus was staring at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"You want me to be a leader?" he asked in disbelief. He'd never really aspired to such high ranking in his life. Even when he'd been a puppy, he'd always been lower on the totem pole than the other pups, particularly Perry and Osprey, and had never imagined he'd be given an opportunity at fucking Alphaship. The fact that he was Gamma right now still hadn't really sunk in, and he'd held this rank for a few weeks now. Beta? Alpha?

Wow.

He shook his head as if to bring himself back to the present and looked at Perry. "I'm…I mean...yeah, man. Absolutely. Anything you need me to do to help out, you know I'll do it. I just wasn't expecting this." He chuckled, the surprise evident on his face. He didn't know how to be a Beta, but prior to becoming Gamma, he hadn't known how to be the highest-ranked, non-leadership wolf in a pack either, and he'd done just fine at that. "As for the Alpha thing, though…I don't think I could out-do you. You're an awesome leader. And Willow and me…that's got a long way to go anyway. So don't go anywhere, asshole."