Northstar Vale Le Beau Milieu de la Nuit

She nodded. Yes, that would suit the boy for the time being. "You're right, though I'm not sure he'll be happy to hear it." She snickered, rubbing her pelt against a tree as they passed. "He was bargaining with me for a higher rank; I think he'd like to be an Iris."

She shook her head, clearly finding the idea amusing. Such things were not given out so easily; they had to be earned through trust and dedication.

While Brin tended to be looked down upon by younger wolves there was nothing wrong with such a role. Without them the pack would likely fall apart - they were faster to move up than hunters or defenders.