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He proposed they weigh her options and she nodded jerkily again, letting out a shaky breath. Meerkat rolled her shoulders and wriggled her forelimbs, trying to ease some of the tension she was holding there. Be like Bronco, she silently reminded herself, not without a twinge of heartache. At least it served to ground her.

He threw three questions her way and she took a moment to process before answering the last one first. "The thing is, they've all been around longer than I have. It doesn't feel right to make this call without consulting them, you know? I don't even know how I ended up as the pack's Gamma, if I'm honest." But that was neither here nor there right now.

"I don't feel confident in my ability to simply appoint someone," she said a bit more decisively. Maybe it wasn't the answer he wanted but it was the truth. "We could take volunteers and put it to a vote?" Meerkat thought aloud, eyes probing his face to see if that idea had any merits.

She realized she hadn't really answered his other two inquiries. Well, perhaps the idea of making a democratic process covered the one. As for the other... "I trust everyone who lives here, but that doesn't mean they're fit to lead, or want to lead. We need to find someone who's both of those things, ideally, don't we?"