Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

oop thank you :) I didn't catch it.

If she had asked if he had a birthright, Artok would have laughed his ass off. He had nothing and no one, a crumbling pile of ash, and bile and broken promises and open wounds, open and festering, and yet closed and scarred. He had, had no one in a long time, and he had never had anything, even with his uncle. He had been a means to an end.

So like a beta versus alpha, would have different titles in your language like ours. Or different alpha leaders? 

Artok couldn't no more hide his inquisitive nature than he could hide his asinine one. He had alwalys liked to learn, had always fought to be more intelligent than others around him. He hadn't always succeeded, but he had tried.