Phoenix Maplewood Just a rhyme without a reason

Void swiftly clarified, insisting he didn’t seek to control anyone. The theoretical pack he described did sound a lot like Redtail Rise, except that he was pretty sure ranks worked differently there. Actually, he didn’t know much about how they worked or what they really meant. Truth be told, Atreus had never really given the hierarchy much critical thought.

So he didn’t know how to answer Void’s question, nor what to make of the inference that should he agree to join the man’s pack today, that would make him second-in-command. On one hand, he liked the thought of power. Who didn’t? But little as he knew about the exact mechanics of it all, he knew the leader held a great deal of responsibility too.

I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it before, Atreus said. It’s probably a lot of work, isn’t it? You have to take care of everyone and keep them in line, don’t you? He paused, thinking of his Aunt Avicus, then seemed to counter himself by saying, But you also get to boss people around, do whatever you want and eat first after hunts, right?