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"

Deluge had been kept out of the raid, something about how it would be better if they didn't know she was here just yet. She stayed away from most of the pack at the moment for the same reason. She and Dread had plans to travel north first so he could visit his father, and then south for their upcoming mission, but when she saw the torn up state wolves were returning in, well it pissed her off she hadn't been there. She could have spared Sid a new set of scars, surely?

The snarling and thrashing caught her ear, and she left the healing area to figure out who was having a bad time of it. When she saw Diablo's face, she didn't ask any questions, just unslung one of the bottles from her hip and held it out in silent offering. He'd talk if he wanted to, and not if he didn't, and if he wanted another ass whooping, well she was down for that too, but maybe a drink would be enough to take the edge off.

"speech"

He clawed at the ground over, and over, and over again. Snarling and feeling so much frustration, more than he'd ever felt before. He was sick of this shit! Sick of his father treating him differently than the others. Why? What was this expectation he had from him? His whole life, told he had to be better! That he had to try harder! That he'd be fucking nothing otherwise! His father didn't say those things to Rivin, or Aresenn, or even the younger ones! So what the actual fuck? Why the hell was he singled out!? He turned to throw a rock when he suddenly spotted a bottle in his face. All his snarling and rage ceased as he froze. How long had Deluge been there...? Had she seen him throw a fit this whole time? He dropped the rock, took in a deep breath, and quietly took the bottle she offered him. He took a couple of big swigs before sitting hard on the ground, a sigh slipping past just before he took another drink. "Thanks..." He murmured as he put the bottle down for a moment. "Haven't seen you around for a while...you finally came back?" He didn't know Deluge or her siblings very well (a shame since they probably would've taught him how to lighten up), but he had noticed when she had left. Why the fuck would she come back? What was there to come back to, anyway? "Speech"