What many didn't know about Kansas was that he often fantasized about holding an important position in pack hierarchy. He had never experienced the phenomenon of status, but it had always intrigued him. His father was the leader of Storm, and the boy had watched him deal with pack matters on many occasions. But it had frightened him; the burden of importance, even as a child. Nevertheless, he always seemed to be linked to someone of a significant position. Now his own mate lead the pack he resided in. Though the thought of being more than he was in the eyes of others was still scary, he longed to experience it. It wasn't hunger for power. Not in his mind, it wasn't. He wanted to simply learn from the experience. That was probably why he came across as such a passive boy.
He did not get the idea that Geneva sought her high rank in Phoenix Valley, even before she told him so. It had come to her. Because, though in retrospect she was more important than he was, he didn't feel the need to grovel before her. Her presence, her aura, did not demand this of him. And so he conversed with her with ease, something he very much appreciated. Kansas absolutely hated being uncomfortable. This was one of the problems he had had with his father; he never felt quite worthy enough to be in the man's presence, as if everything he said was meaningless. What she told him confirmed exactly what he was thinking, and it made him laugh a little. "And honestly... I never really thought of you like that either. But it suits you, somehow." He paused. "How is Jefferson?" He had a feeling that, with her serene nature, Geneva was of great comfort to the scarred man.