The Sentinels all hope in eclipse

Cameo!

He was unaware of the turmoil that had stumbled upon the pack, at least until he saw the gathering, and at first Renoir thought that the herds had returned. That someone had found something edible that would ease all of their troubles. His heart was light and filled with mirth at this thought; he stepped proudly among them, seeing each wolf in passing but not registering what expressions they wore - nor hearing their words fully - until he saw the prize that they worried over. It was no meal. It was Lasher — and his pitiful state made Renoir's heart burst, deflate, and sag uselessly within him. All sound vanished from his surroundings as the shock of this discovery hit him, and he was left to stand uselessly off to one side while the rest of them busied with the body. Was he alive? Was he struggling to stay with them? Had he gone and left Renoir behind, alone? 

Was this his fault?

He said nothing, did not move save to sink back upon his haunches, and felt guilt where the glee had once filled him. Without a word to anyone Renoir hoisted himself back to his paws and left — he ran, as he had run from his home before. He hid, as he had with Sisley. Flashbacks to Zanjheim were flooding his mind along with the last precious memories he held of Lasher. Renoir refused to accept that the darling man might be gone, but he was in shock. He was entangled by his many thoughts and feelings, and refused to let anyone see it. So he ran, and he left them to tend to the man whom Renoir had secretly - or perhaps not so secretly - admired.