Looking at her with heavy pain, he felt like crying out. "The wolf you knew must have been my brother Hutch. He was my mirror, my best friend. I am sorry for everything he has done, and for your loss," he replied and turning to leave. Ears down, he looked defeated. "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused." He knew when to quit; now he knew where Hutch had gone. How could he have left happiness that easily? 'I'd have understood if you stayed damn it!'
He gazed at the horizon, back towards his homeland. Could he really just return to the place of his pack's massacure? His heart sank at the idea, but where else did he belong? He was scared; scared that he'd be killed, scared that he'd be completely alone. It would be a very long trip.