teach me how to dougie

"Huh." That one syllable had Tyrian fighting the urge to bite his bottom lip. Much to his relief, as Chaos spoke it became clear that he was taking his little brother's ramblings seriously. And not just that; though he didn't say it in so many words Chaos was basically approving. That's how he was going to interpret it, anyway. Needless to say, Tyrian was heartened and his relief showed on his face. "That's what I was thinking."

"So..." he began before trailing off as he searched for the right words. "How did you decide what you wanted Legion to be? Like the rules and the...the...personality of the pack? Because I have all kinds of ideas but I don't know how tell which ones will work, you know? Like, who am I to know 1) what works and 2) what others will want to be a part of?"

Frustration started to color his words. "I mean the alpha's passion can't be all that's needed to make it work, right?" Surely Tyrian needed to take more than just that into consideration. He had passion in spades but he wasn't going to pin his success on it an it alone.