Two Rivers Isle “Hath thou no shame? Hath thou no dignity?”

Late, short but busy day!

Rye's brain sprouted up a few questions like flowers in the spring time. He didn't fully understand the ranking system, and what use it was for having any if it meant little to nothing. Rye saw flaw in Cry's thinking and way of life, but then again, he might not be seeing the bigger picture. However, Rye couldn't help but imagine chaos within the 'ranks', dominate wolves bully others. Doubts surfaced Cry would let that happen, Rye assumed that if the other expected those following him to attain skills, then surly he would have little tolerace for bullying.

"If ranks don't mean much, what does that make your rank?" His question was genuine, wasn't meant to stab or knock down the other. Rye did want to learn more of the males pack, it was interesting. He had never come across packs with rankings like Cry's. In Rye's mind, that all sounded to be difficult to keep track of. "What even are the ranks?"