What do you want?

The frigid cold of winter caused his paw to ache, as it would an elderly wolf afflicted by arthritis. Killian walked holding the limb high off the ground to avoid putting any weight on it, although the idea of shoving it in the snow and numbing it was seriously appealing. He was just out to think right now. The pain in his paw had driven him to think about the reason he was injured in the first place. It was such a hard subject for him that he absolutely couldn't handle it sitting still. His feelings on the issue were torn in two directions - revenge and sadness - and they never meshed well.



Killian shook his head furiously, trying to drive the memories out. He didn't need to worry about this right now. He couldn't be concerned with feelings like sadness or remorse - he needed to focus on revenge. He growled low in his throat at the prospect of growing stronger here so that he could return some day and pay his pack back for what they had done to him.



Suddenly, the brute noticed he was headed straight toward a large rock that seemed much larger than the others... No, not a rock, a wolf. An ebony female with a tail like a raccoon. The scent on the air told him she was of a nearby pack. He stopped a few feet away and cleared his throat, hoping to alert in her to his presence without startling her.