Whitefish River L'avant

He didn't want that role, either. He was male, so it couldn't be. 

The wolf's congratulation, even if not warranted, caused the smaller wolf's stone façade to vanish for a moment. The surprise would be evident in his expression, mouth parting slightly before he caught himself and closed it. Part of him wished the wolf had been upset. He needed something over his brother. He needed his brother to recognize that he, though not physically strong, was just as formidable.

"Thank you," he managed. They were words he'd rarely said to his brother. "Mother has plans for him, I'm sure. But he's no Iris."