Whitewater Gorge You've Gone And Left Me To Die

His grin faded when she apologized, and he straightened out his frame before sitting where he was. He might've prodded, but her next comment brought a snort of bitterness. 
                "I'm a loner: been abandoned one to many times, thinking that pack life might not be for me anymore.... And I was raised to be an alpha."
He laughed, another sound laced with anger and bitterness. He'd been raised and trained to take over Shadowfax, and against his best efforts had failed even after coming to the Teekons and trying-and failing- again to establish the family. After giving his loyalty to a pack for months, he was told he was nothing more than a pawn; successfully botching his next pack experience and sending him into the paws of Aglaeca.... Who had, in turn, either ran off with his adopted child or lost her and then left. Maybe pack life just didn't fit the broken man.... 
                                      "How hard to I have to work to get a name?"
A small, apologetic smile took over his face, and though his head hung below hunched shoulders, his grassy eyes were shining-nothing could truly beat the spirit from this man.