Nurturing and ever-vigilant

Ah, how she admired the drive that Bancha had within him. He eagerly asked if she believed he could become a navigator for the pack. Who could say no to such hopeful, teal eyes? "You could absolutely be a navigator for the pack. I've decided to name that rank Wayfarer, by the way." Ranks needed names, she realized. It sounded fancier than just saying "You're a fighter. You're a hunter. etc." Wolves like feeling fancy and special.

"I expect you to work hard on your skills, Bancha." She wouldn't be easy on him. Nor would she be easy on anyone else. One had to work hard to move up in the world and she expected that the boy would continue being as industrious as he had been thus far. "See if you can light a fire under your siblings tails and get them moving too, eh?" The slate woman chuckled softly, then stretched, sliding down to lay on her belly at the edge of the water. "A lovely place, don't you think?"

"Scylla"