Emberwood can you show me?

Grezig merely nodded when Andromaque stated that she had met Bhediya. There wasn’t really anything to say to that. The woman wanted to know what Grezig knew of the culture. Even though she knew very little. Grezig sighed. “All I really know is that we have stupid rank names,” she said. Stupid wasn’t a word she used very often, and she shook her head at saying it now. It made her sound juvenile. “What I mean,” she corrected herself, “is that they are not… normal. We have ranks like archdruid, magician, witch, warlock.” Each word off her tongue was said with contempt. “Such words are best left to fairytales, yet here we are.” What had happened to good, old-fashioned alpha, beta, etc.? 

She shook her head. “From what little I know, we seem to be a pack that takes in any who need us. We’re not here to make war with others, but peace.” She thought about it some more, but drew a blank. “Really, that is all I know. I am sorry I cannot be more useful to you.”