As you approach Max and his smaller companion, the latter points at you.
"Ask him," he says. "Go on: see how someone outside the pack thinks, why don't you?"
You stop, clearly caught. Max gives you a weary look and beckons you over.
"Hey there, guys," you say, moving over to the pair of them. "Something wrong?"
Both werewolves look at you, two pairs of orange eyes still narrowed from their discussion.
After a while, Max's shoulders slump. "Just werewolf business, human," he says, his voice determinedly calm. "Fritz and I were just having a little discussion about leadership."
"Autocracy," mutters Fritz. In the face of your baffled stare, Max sighs. "Let's just say that there's something of an established power structure that's been in place for hundreds of years—"
"Designed and established by the werewolves who want to stay in control," Fritz interjects.
"—and my undersized associate here has some new and interesting ideas for how we can restructure," Max goes on, his voice heavy with irony.
"All I was saying was that maybe there's a better solution to the strongest or the best fighter being in charge," Fritz says. "Like maybe having someone smart taking the lead."
You look from the giant, hulking teenager to the slim, slight one. Navigating werewolf politics and power structures wasn't what you expected to find yourself doing this morning, but you also didn't picture yourself leading a search for holes in the fabric of reality, and look how that's worked out for you.
The easiest approach might be just to agree with one of them. Then again, that probably won't endear you to the other.