A Family That Fights Together Can Never Be Defeated

Regulus grinned down at his sister, stopping with her as she questioned him, staring up at him as though he’d gone mad. It was the exact reaction he’d been looking for. Often the best leaders weren’t the ones who wanted it with a passion, but those who had never imagined being anything other than a follower, but had all the right traits. ”Weeeellll…” He drawled, a grin plastering onto his features.

“You’re smart, level-headed, and think first before acting. You try your best to be at every meeting. You have an interest in fighting, and you’ll be formidable if you keep training and sparring to hone your skills. And you’re of a good age. You’re my sister, and I think we’d work well together. I also trust you.” He added. Yes, he trusted her implicitly. She’d been making efforts to bring new blood to the pack; he’d smelled the strange scents on her coat when she passed sometimes, but had a disappointed air.

Out of all the pack, he felt she was the best suited to lead at his side as his Right Wing.