He watched from the trees. The boy witnessed the young girls plea, and he understood all too well why. Quietly, he slipped from his hiding place just as Sendoa began to turn away from the girl, and he would stand in her path. A look of determination intermixed with other feelings; loneliness, sadness, anger, and other unnamed things swam behind translucent pools. "I want to go too. I know where I'm not wanted, and I know my own father doesn't want me here anymore. I'm never going to be good enough for him...I can see it plain as day." He said briefly. He knew the truth when he saw it in ones eyes, and knew that his Father didn't want him here. It was obvious, and he wanted to be somewhere where he was actually wanted. But that was not here. He hoped Sendoa understood, hoped that she wouldn't keep him here against his will. He had debated a while whether to go or stay, for he did have family here...but in the end, he couldn't stand seeing the looks his father kept giving him every time, as if the boy would betray the pack every day. He had been working hard to win his approval, and it was beginning to take a toll on himself. He wanted no more.
"Speech"
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