He hadn't really done much since joining, and for that he felt bad. Time and time again he kept telling himself to get up and go make it up to Faite for giving him a life. A purpose. But each time the nightmares plagued him and the voices kept telling him that he would never be good enough. That nothing he did would ever be good enough. But when he heard the call for a pack hunt, he refused to not attend. He struggled, yes. But he made it. The long-legged hunter hesitantly strolled towards the small group, a faint smile cast towards Faite. Why was he still struggling so much? He should be happy, shouldn't he? He had a home now. He wasn't alone. Faite was his family...but still, there were just a lot missing still from his life, he felt like. No matter, he couldn't think about that now. He sat among the group, waiting and wondering who the woman was that seemed to have made the call. She was pretty, he had to admit. Relative of Faite's perhaps?
"Speech"
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