Redtail Rise there's no place for cowards here

The black wolf rose onto his paws, shook himself and obediently fell in step beside the chocolate Gamma. He did not speak — or so he thought — which was a relief to Arion, he liked to be sarcastic and snarky but only on wolves like Reek or Saena (wolves he knew well) or clueless newcomers who didn't speak back to him. Oliver was bold, it was a good thing, but he would do well to remember not to be so bold around the warrior unless they knew each other better.

Arion laughed softly, a smirk curving on his lips. "Was it Reek?" he questioned good naturedly, because he knew no other wolf who would speak so similarly. "Oliver huh, well, its nice to meet you I suppose," he smiled crookedly. "My name's Arion, Gamma and Warrior of Redtail Rise." Pausing for a moment, the brown wolf lifted a hind leg and sprayed his scent on the border markers.