Winds of change sounded through many wolves' ears as of late. Even the place he once could call home had fallen prey to change. Sometimes it was such a wonderful thing, and other times: it could tear a world apart. A great howl rung through the forest, called instead of the lake where meetings oft were called. Before he would even approach, a deep sigh rumbled his chest, and he would stride forth, and his lyrics would sound, full of regret. "I am sorry, Roman. I do not believe it is in me to remain in this pack anymore. I do not believe I am one to uphold the responsibilities that you have bestowed upon me... I will be leaving Tortuga..." Quietly he would sit down, waiting for the last meeting he would attend to be adjourned.
