What... still here?

It wasn't long before he found his way to her den. Ignoring the feel of rain pounding against his thick coat. He thought of thr laughter and bantered he and Hanako had shared in. Of the trust he had given in her in being the voice of the pack, a diplomat. He had given her esteem, and safety while she also had the freedom to explore. She had taken all he had given her, and turned her back on him and the pack.

He leaned against the entrance, looking at the miserable koi wolf within. The Warlords expression was not angry. If anything, it was sad and disappointed. She was one of the few he had allowed himself to love completely, to call family. "Hey, little fisher" he said to get her attention. He paused a moment, then spoke again. "I consider you family. I love you, Hanako. Gave you a place in my home and hearth. Then while I, and the pack, we're suffering, you snuck away with the intent of fading from our memories. Was our grief so ugly?" He asked her softly.