Redtail Rise there's no place for cowards here

 Oliver knit his brow and frowned. "I was gunna work at my trades, you don't have to babysit me," he said. He did not like the way Arion was talking to him right now at all, and he really didn't like the idea of the big brown wolf circling him like a buzzard, watching and waiting for an excuse to swoop down and boot him out. If Oliver had never met Reek and Saena, and instead met Arion at the border that day, he'd have never joined the pack. The big man didn't exactly make him feel welcomed. "Jeez man, I haven't even been here a whole day yet, gimme a break," he implored the warrior. Oliver wondered, did the Gamma treat everyone like this, or did he have it in for him for some reason? Maybe that's why the pack was so small, he kept chasing everyone off because they weren't good enough.

"I know what scent marking is," he attempted to interrupt and explain, "I was only asking because where I'm from, only high ranking wolves do patrols and mark borders." Whether Arion had meant to upset him or not, Oliver was feeling deeply disrespected. Unless the chocolate male apologized for the way he was treating him, Oliver was likely to split off and finish the patrol on his own.