Blacktail Deer Plateau i was a teenage werewolf

Time had taken a painfully slow pace since the Perergine's confession of departure, the last goodbyes issued by those leaving and the meeting to re-establish order. Though everything seemed to have flowed smoothly in the end ( in the sense no one opposed to what the new leaders resolved); the silver rocket-boy could not get himself to react. Not only had her departure warped his ability to feel time but it had also damaged any responses he might've had.

After sitting with a sour pokerface during the last pack meeting, Finn had been wandering aimlessly through the Plateu. As the cool drizzle and ice peeble shower had passed, the platinum silhouette of a wolf continued to lurk around the darkest shadows.
With his head lowered and his tail hanging limply between his legs, Finn was unrecognizable.

So far not even one tear had been shed over his cheeks, the numb feeling that had flooded his body after her departure had prevented it -- his blood was intoxicated by a dense mixture of denial and shock; that sooner or later would leave him to face the blow of reality by himself.