Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

His world, all things considered, was small.  There were very few wolves he'd really talked to.  For some, yelling was involved, and really the conversation went nowhere.  In other cases, he was just plain wary of them.  Sea wolves were nuts, there was that one chick where he bit her face, he'd randomly hunted with one dude and never seen him again, the list went on, but none of the histories were particularly deep.  The closest thing was the two siblings -- or Okeanos at least -- and he wasn't sure how much he could trust them.

Honestly, he didn't seem super broken up about the whole thing, mostly because it was pretty much old news to him.  It was all he knew.  Never found either of them.  They're gone -- everyone's gone.  Or dead I guess.  Shrug.  That was life, wasn't it?  At least one dead, one returned weird so maybe dead, two just gone like an early snow.  I was gonna make a pack for them.  If they ever come back I got a spot for them. Or something.  What else could he resign himself to at this point?  It wasn't like anything he'd done had made much of a difference, but he had tried.  Now it's just whatever.  Another shrug.  For the most part it's just been him, Okeanos, and Ibis somewhere.  They were not his first choice of packmates -- like at all.  Ibis was unpredictable and seemed to be more like the wolves he left behind the more he ran into her.  Would any of it last?