hate is a strong word

He watched the three black wolves walk away from each other - each of them heading in a different direction. None of them noticed him, though he was happy for that to be the case. It was interesting, observing his pack in this manner - a pale silhouette against a darkening sky. Whereas his pack had all set off to do other parts, he chose to remain for a bit longer.

FitzDutiful didn't have any hope that the dark female would return, he didn't mind too much that she had been scared away for he was proud that his pack had defended their lands. Despite Issun and Bindi being at odds, they had seemed united (or so his thought) to the stranger, the bonds of pack forming well. Keeping the tradition of not leaving until strange wolves were completely gone from the border, FitzDutiful sat and awaited the moment that he felt he, too, should leave.