Northstar Vale Le Beau Milieu de la Nuit

She shook her head, smiling. "Is that all? I'm not going to scold you for dreaming."

"You're a son, after all. Not a daughter. You aren't competing to be my héritière." She wished that he wouldn't be so humble - that was what she assumed it to be anyways.

A daughter would be the packs héritière, but sons? They were hers. While there was necessity for her to mother a daughter she wasn't sure that she could bear letting her go once she did. A son brought no such pain.