Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

Rayder rolled his shoulders in a shrug, respecting the other's point to a degree, but also not thinking it could apply to the alpha. "'M not sure. As far as I know, the packs around here are pretty neutral with each other. No tellin' if that'll change, though." It was likely the male would silently flee if such a situation would arise where he would be forced to fight and put himself in danger.

There was only one other member he met that had been both psychically and maybe mentally strong, and that was the white wolf he had sparred against the night before. The conceding of the injured pack mate was still fresh on his mind, at least something good had come out of the encounter. He was a little torn on if he should respect or hate the one that was turning out to be a rival.

Pushing those memories and thoughts to the back of his mind, he answered the loner's question. "I'm not too devoted to what my pack thinks, compared to more...self-sacrificing wolves." He had to resist flat out calling the group of people in question idiots, for surely it did not help their goals at all to be like that.