Ankyra Sound And raised up to be the rebel, I was made with a little bit of fire, you see.

Her words weren't as lancing as he'd expected but they held a truth to them, and her additional posturing would have caused him further agitation if he'd been at all interested in the power associated with his rank. Firefly should've known not to speak. They didn't have a strong relationship, at least not strong enough for her to trust him or his word, and this secondary truth slowly dawned upon him - and with it, an idea.

So don't. It was an easy fix. No fighting, no submission. They were going to be bringing a new generation to the Sound and while Firefly had no desire to insert himself in to the lives of the children, he could not be expected to go head-to-head with their mother at every opportunity either. Firefly did not think of the fears she held; he didn't care about the children beyond the limit of what the pack expected of each member, they weren't his even if they had his blood or were grown from his planted seed. It was the agreement that had been made, and he would obey it.

But that could only mean, you should lead beside me.