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Colt flashed a (moderately relieved) smile as they both agreed, and he felt some of the weight slide off.  It might be dumb, alright, but the idea of enforcing a structure of ranks that he didn't jive with sounded awful, and if he could get rid of one or two of the stressful aspects, he imagined this whole leading thing might go a hell of a lot smoother.

I'm sure you'll rise to the challenge, he joked back, but good luck finding something, you know I'm damn near perfect.  

While he joked, however, his mind was going.  Ranks.  The entire idea of it was shit, couldn't he just put everyone up as 'pack' and be done with it? Who the hell paid attention to titles anyway?

You two have any ranking preferences? he asked, tail idly swaying.  Because if not I'll probably ask around a little more before I take a crack at it.  He wanted a system everyone liked, but that was simple enough he wouldn't have to deal with it much.