Swiftcurrent Creek On melancholy hill

A soft smile crept upon his lips. It had nothing to do with feeling happy, believe him, Rysk was far from happy and all the fake smiles in the world couldn't change that. At least not now. The anger and confusion he felt because of his half-brother drowned out all the rest - a broken trust and maybe even a broken heart, although Rysk kept trying to convince himself that such feelings couldn't possibly get to him - his plan was to ignore them until they would decide that he wasn't worth it and just leave. No, this smile formed because he felt a certain connection with the she-wolf in front of him that he had yet to feel with any of his other pack mates. Well, they do say misery loves company. 

You might be right he said, but only because he kinda liked her and didn't want to make a fuss about how he didn't believe in bad luck or fate or happiness. He watched her carefully for a moment before asking What happened?.