Redtail Rise there's no place for cowards here

 You'll get no pity from me. Oliver flattened his ears and scowled at Arion. 'He sounds just like my dad, great,' he muttered to himself. He'd traveled for weeks, hundreds of miles through dirt and heat and exhaustion, just to be back in the same situation he'd left behind. History was beginning to repeat itself, now he could hear the same old talk from someone new. Woohoo.

 Yet when Arion commanded him to get up and join him on a patrol, Oliver picked himself up, shook the dirt from his fur and obediently fell into step beside him. He'd never actually been on a patrol before, back home, patrol was something reserved only for the higher-ups. He didn't know why Arion had offered him this chance, but it sounded official and important and he wanted in.

 As they walked the big brown wolf asked him his name, his phrasing matching Reek's almost word for word. "You know, you're the second guy to say that to me," Oliver remarked with a crooked smile. "It's Oliver, and you are?"