Redhawk Caldera I am not a hero.

Her godmother pointed out that it would take quite a lot to pass muster with her and placed her complete trust in the young adult's judgment. Towhee felt flattered, please and surprised. She shot Finley a mock put-out look, then broke into her own smile. Finley was right. Perhaps another wolf might be tempted to let any old riffraff into the pack to accomplish the Alpha's task. But she wouldn't lower her standards one bit, even if it took ages for someone to hit her criteria.

"Okay, cool. Thanks, Aunt Finley. Hey," she added, thinking out loud, "when—I mean if—I get to be a Beta one day, would I have that power all the time? To accept wolves into the pack, I mean?"