Boys are from Mars

Her son's appearance brought a gleam of satisfied pride to the viking (though she looked askance at the small remainder of debris touching his pale striped fur) and she stepped forward to touch the now-taller wolf's shoulder with her cheek. "Taufr," she greeted in return. "We have much to speak of, now that you are well and old enough for responsibilities." She gestured for him to join her as she paced away, her expression clearly pensive. "You are my only son, Taufr, the only son of my blood that I will bear. This will leave you with great responsibilities towards your sisters and this pack should I leave this world. They will be well able to defend themselves, of course - " except for Alfrun and perhaps Naudir, though the girl was proving capable enough in other ways that Katja suspected she'd be capable in that way as well - "and it may be that one of them eventually takes over as drottning. But you will always be their only brother, and they will always need you." She turned her silver gaze to him. "What path you take to that end is up to you to decide. As a fighter, a healer, a hunter, a trader, a priest... any option you chose will be important to the future."