Mine, not yours.

...What? Who was this wolf, and where was his brother? This made no sense. It was everything Azure wanted. He knew how much his brother wanted this. He would just turn it away? What happened to the wolf who said he would be leader and he didn’t care if they liked him? He would make them follow him no matter what. It was such a turn about that Mortis’s heart hurt again. His brother was showing so much maturity, so much understanding. Like he was becoming the wolf Mortis always wished he was, but thought he would never get.

He blinked back tears, lowering his head. This time, he was the wolf to turn away. “They think I'm silly, and I play on that. I be the goofiest I can, and they forget their worries for a time, and smile. But that’s not leadership. Who would promote the pack jester to be Alpha? And besides, with those very words, you're showing me how much you’re changing. That maybe you do care about these wolves.” he gave a soft laugh. “If only we could take the best parts of ourselves, and make one wolf. One that everyone would want as leader.”