Chimera Fields Straight Out the Gate

The native wolves might believe that they were being 'brave', taking risks when they came near packlands and that they were simply being 'compassionate' when they took in random injured strangers or communicated with them in a friendly manner. To those wolves, Arverk could only say that bravery was simply a fancy name for stupidity and the being compassionate to random strangers would not benefit them in anyway whatsoever. Compassion was something reserved only for fellow packmates, not strangers.

"I see," he murmured at Kroc's words, withholding the urge to scoff and smirk at the sheer stupidity of the natives. They were so ignorant, so arrogant, so clueless....and they seemed to believe themselves invulnerable, immortal. Arverk would be more than glad to show them that they bled and died like any living being, and their terrible traits would only end their lives. Unfortunately, he was unable to go around assassinating other wolves in their own territories, no, the whale was not as arrogant or stupid as they were. He respected their borders, and the Spine did not need a wolf going around murdering others, however much they deserved it.

"It's almost like they would willing let a random strangers walk straight into their own packlands and do nothing about it," Arverk's velvety black ears swiveled sharply towards the direction of a faint nose but after a brief flare of his nostrils and a twitch of his ebony ears, he noted that it was only a rabbit hopping back to its burrow.