Nova Peak sentiment is a chemical defect

"Got it," Arion replied with a dip of his head and a swish of his tail to his Alpha's statement of reporting anything suspicious to him. Though he wondered why anything suspicious would happen to this pack, could have some close hostile neighbours that were dangerous but so far on his journey to the Peak, he had seen nothing. Perhaps Nova Peak had rivalries with other packs, packs far away that sought to get rid of the Peak and its wolves. Or perhaps harboured a resentment to some of the wolves here and wanted to end their lives. Theories swamped his head but he quickly dismissed them, locking the ideas in a room in his mind place so he could check them out later.

"Do you have any trades?" The stallion asked politely, the male was built for brute force, fighting and the scars on his pelt showed he had gone through some brutal battles in his life. Perhaps if Scimitar had the trade of a warrior, they could spar, after all he'd forgotten the poppy seeds back in his den and if they kept talking, he was probably going to burst and mutter inappropriate and rude comments about his agouti leader.

Sparring helped his mind relax after all.