Silvertip Mountain Crippled Beyond Repair

Chaska gulped back bile at gruesome thoughts before continuing. "I-I went after his father...I never thought h-he would have a f-family." The sobbing just couldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried. It was odd he had not sobbed this much when talking to the others. He took a few deep breaths, which helped to make him more clearer. "His father killed mine. I wanted justice." And instead of justice, he got revenge. And that only made things worse on him.

"Am I a bad packmate, for turning away from this pack to pursue my own personal vendetta?" he asked, turning a sad-looking gaze at Ezekiel. One that guessed an answer all on it's own. That showed what he thought of himself. He took another glance at the water. His gaze almost wanting.