what it takes

Tyrian waited until all of the wolves had left the meeting place to speak to his brothers. He started with Alarr, who had spoken up first. His brother was quite skilled in the healing arts and if he, Tyrian, could lead a pack his same-aged brother was equally qualified to take charge of the healers. In all honestly Alarr was probably better equipped to handle the rank. He'd been working on expanding his knowledge for as long as Tyrian could remember while Tyrian's interest in leading was a fairly recent development. In any case, here they were.

The newly minted King settled down on his rump and fixed his brother with a wry look. "I think you would do well as Master-of-the-Cure, and I have no doubt that you know your stuff, but I want you to know what all the rank entails before you sign on. It'll be a lot of work. You'll have both the wolves and the livestock to look after, you know. Organizing meetings and training, delegating who takes care of what, whether it be wolves or sheep or horses. And of course," he said with a smile. "Advising me on health matters. How does that sound, Alarr? Still interested?"