Sequoia Coast it's a real little chickie!

It wasn't really Domi's place to speak on a stranger's woes, so she remained silent on the quick break in demeanor. Coming from the same place, well, we just might be kin. You never know. She gave a gentle smile and a laugh, then a nudge in Ty's direction. I think you've got it figured out, for the most part, Domi sighed as she scanned her mind for any hidden ideas, How do you plan on keeping ranks? I mean, I've seen Alphas rank by age, by sex, experience, what's your plan? 

Back in her natal pack, ranks were based on skill and relative kiss-ass-edness. Every once in a while you'd get a Beta who was a master in all three trades and a loyal member to the pack, but other times you'd get one who'd worked as the Alpha's unofficial slave for months on end. Domi had hated it; everything was so superficial, so meaningless. She could only hope that Ty held similar values.