My heart as your friend is broken, my word as your leader is resolute

He'd made a fair share of mistakes in his life, but they were all things he could live with. He couldn't live with not being there for his love and blood. He wouldn't, he refused to be anything like his own parents. If that meant cutting ties with Sirius and the Armada, then so be it. As he so readily pointed out, he'd done nothing of worth for the pack and was better off elsewhere than within their ranks just taking up space. Asla was a better wolf for the job than he would ever be, hell even Naiche would be better.

As he was pulled into the hug, he felt stiff and awkward. He hardly felt like a friend to the Warlord anymore, after what he'd done or rather hadn't done. "The Armada is better off without me. Anyone else could do a better job." His words were emotionless as he stared off in the direction of his den. "Goodbye." He said finally, although he was sure he'd be followed to the den and back to the border to ensure his exit. He began the walk to the den to collect the only possessions he had and leave quickly.