Endings Without Stories

The wolf said that their pack came from the north and moved down here. Kreft used to be part of a pack up north, he almost missed those days when he always had someone to talk to. They introduced themselves as Ganta Hellstrom-Lore, when he heard the surname of Hellstrom it’s almost as if  the atmosphere around Kreft got a lot darker. The name harkened back to a man he’d rather not remember, he hated that man more than he had ever hated another wolf before. He looked at the boy again, they looked young maybe young enough to not remember what their relative had done. Did what Sin had been affect Ganta, Kreft would judge this for himself. “Name is Kreft, no surname just Kreft. I recognize your last name, it used to belong to somebody I loathed. But I can realize that you aren’t them so I will treat you separately if I encounter you any further. I used to be in a pack up north you may or may not have heard of it, it was called Sonticus.”