Why Do I

He returned to the main island that the Raiders inhabited promptly after his fight with the Ethne bastard. The snarl he had then was still on his face, etched on there after his loss. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong! He lost more fights than he won, and it was pissing him off more and more with each one! No matter what he did, he always saw the look of disappointment and disgust on his fathers face, and still Diablo continued to act like he didn't care. He forced himself not to. At this point, he was used to being the disappointment. He could feel the anger and rage bubbling in his chest, ready to explode like the volcano had done before his time. He knew it was partly his fault because he didn't try very much when he wasn't fighting, but he'd never admit that to anyone. Turning his rage to the earth, he scored his claws across the ground in pure frustration and anger. Of all the wolves to lose against, it had to be that kid! And now he had a fresh wound on his muzzle to go along with the others that would no doubt scar over...

"Speech"