Apache looked at Sulan while he spoke. He understood his words. He was a peace lover, he did not want to see a world where all were under one great alpha, he wanted to live a simple existence. In the face of constant danger against those who did not. This is where Apache could get his compromise from, where hopefully he could at least half-way sway Sulan into his mindset, no matter how hard it may seem at this point.

Apache had seen armies. Vast armies, of wolves; marching, looting, burning, destroying. He had seen members of the great pack Apache originated from turn against their brothers from far away lands, and they only wished to see the world burn. However, the combined arms of Apache's pack rebelled and reintegrated the terrifyingly bloodthirsty brothers pack into the peace of Apache's great pack. However, with no defenses, this could have been a lot worse. The world could have burned. But it was the valor and dedication that kept the pack alive. Apache used this to fuel his words, and he began to speak again.

It is noble of you to want to be peaceful and live a nice life in no fear of danger, and I respect and accept this, but that danger is still going to be lurking, outside of our borders. If we are not to attack any other packs, that is fine, but we should at least be a pack that can defend itself well. If we cannot, well then we will be a simple, defenseless pack. Then we will be no pack, we will be destroyed.

Apache was trying to reach a compromise, though he felt he may have been too upfront and demanding. However, he felt that his point needed to be shown, for he did not want to see whatever pack Sulan built torn down by nearby aggressive packs that, like Apache had seen before, only wished to see the world burn.