Lost with no where to go

The man was lost to put it mildly. To spell it out he was alone and didnt know where to go. No one would speek to him and when they did, it was usualy to tell him they wanted nothing to do with him. The last wolf he had spoken those exact words but he could see that she had wanted him to leave.

He no longer took care of others as he had become who he had tried so hard to become, a cold man who cared for no one...at least thats what he kept telling himself. In reality he knew he still cared and that he could never truly hate the world. He just got good at pretending he didnt give a damn, and even better at pretending Callisto meant nothing to him.

He stopped trying to find her, stopped helping and teaching her and even tried to stop caring about what happened to her. He hadnt spoken to her since he gave her the thistle plants and he refused to find her to give her more.

He focused his attention and energy on finding plants to fill his den with. Thats what he was doing now even though it made no sence. He had enough hurbs to take care of an army but the only one he ever cared for anymore was himself.