Blacktail Deer Plateau Play that song again

Atticus grinned, warmed by his brother's sincere words and by the doors that Peregrine was opening for him. He had no desire whatsoever to unseat Perry as Alpha -- although he believed his brother and knew Perry wouldn't see it that way -- but it was good to know that the option was always there if he wanted it someday. Being an Alpha was a lot of work, though, and Atticus felt like his hands were full enough already. It certainly had changed Peregrine for the better, though. His brother had become more responsible, more mature, centered, and grounded, since taking up the mantle of Alpha. Granted, they still had their goofy, stupid moments, and probably always would, but there had most definitely been changes. Maybe the same would hold true for Atticus if ever he dared to walk through that door. Only time would tell.

"Excuse me, but I spend all day kicking asses on the borders and bringing home the bacon for your kids while you lay around in bed and play with yourself. If one of us is a bitch, it certainly isn't me." A mischievous grin accompanied his words and he longed to jostle his brother roughly on the shoulder, but refrained from doing so because of Perry's wounds. "That reminds me. I'm sure you probably figured as much, but I'm doing the Warden thing now. I figure Hawkeye's got her hands full with the kids and shit, so I'm picking up the slack." Many of the other wolves in their pack were still fairly new, and he knew that Perry would appreciate knowing that someone he could trust was on guard and helping to hold down the fort.