Silvertip Mountain My Mind Is My Last Sanctuary

Steady sat back on his haunches, seriously considering his friend, who he trusted with his life. He was asking Steady to tell his own story, to be rid of his own guilt, yet he would not do the same. Steady shook his head. It's a two-way street, my friend. I'll tell mine if you tell yours. He was surprised that no one had told Chaska of that meeting, if that's what it could be called. 

Maybe the pack had taken a silent oath not to think about it. Or, maybe each individual wolf came to the conclusion to simply chalk that day up to survival and bury it down deep, bury it with Zaria. He himself had never really been able to just let it go. If the pups had stayed, if they had understood, if they had forgiven him, maybe then he would get past it. But, Steady had resigned himself to the fact that day would never come.