Silvertip Mountain My Mind Is My Last Sanctuary

He blamed himself more for even letting it come up. He couldn't blame them for wanting to know, they were just overly curious. But his tiredness, it distorted it a bit. He wanted to shout at Steady to mind his own business, even though he wanted to know about the alpha's own business. He wanted to hide away, not wanting to tell anyone. His friendship eventually got the best of him.

"My guess is that they ran because of something you did. The pups, I mean...You know how hard it is to see them run away...But what about seeing one's blank stare after you...you..." He couldn't finish it. The image flashed by again. A blank stare of a boy barely eight months old. Red pouring from his throat. And in Chaska's mouth, the part that filled the hole in the throat. "After you kill one."

He recalled the whole thing in his head. How he duelled the one he called murderer. And won. Then how he ran right after giving a warning to the entire pack the 'murderer' ruled. Only to have their only son come after him. Barely eight months old, yet knowing full well what Chaska had done. The resemblance, the insults, the stinging bite at his face that scarred his eye, it had sent him flying over the edge.