Silvertip Mountain Crippled Beyond Repair

The subject of Chaska's guilt was a young boy. That was hard. The younger the victim the harder it would be to get over it. Zeke still remembered the girl he'd been in a fight with. They were the same age, only a year when it happened, but Zeke had overpowered and killed her. He still remembered the look in her eyes, the fear and anger mixed in one. But what he remembered more that that was the blankness after he'd killed her. They still looked so scared and angry, but she wasn't alive. They had a completely different meaning then, instead of a wolf fighting to win, he had seen nothing in her eyes. She had become nothing because of him.

Zeke could hear the malice Chaska held against himself. He felt bad for the grey male, and wished he could help. He came after you, why? If Zeke knew a bit more he might be able to understand better. There was surely a good reason for Chaska's actions. The older wolf was so kind it seemed, not a killer. He trusted that Chaska hadn't killed a young wolf out of the darkness of his heart. That couldn't be it.