Otter Creek Don't lose your head

Olive eyes locked on the other Northerner's coppery ones, a smirk curling at his lips. He had to admit the other male gave a good arguement, death was indeed inevitable. And he did not plan on wasting his life on boring mundane things like climbing. The white prince planned to fight battles, scheme, turn packs against each other, cause utter chaos and watch as the wolves fought against one another. Harrey was slightly insane when he was high, he was not quite as crazy or sadistic when he was not taking the drugs/herbs.

Shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts, the proud silver yearling watched as as the other male leaped onto the next piece of stone, still focused on climbing. "So seeing new things—new views of the land—isn't worth your time?", for once Harrey actually thought deeply about it. "I like seeing new lands, if they're exotic." he admitted, rather taken aback by his own honesty. "I like sparring and the thrill of battle more though."