Firefly Ravine i am not obsessed with treasure

Depp finally reached it, Firefly Ravine. It was barren, once a plentiful home full of small mammals and lingering fireflies, was now hidden by a blanket of snow. A tainted smell of his home remained, altered by the weather and lack there of his considered family. The mahogony brute's paced slowed, it was gone. All of it was gone, his friends, his children, his best friend? He didn't know what Sen was to him, hell, he could've been in love with her and be so blind as to not see it. The footprints in the white terrain ceased, Depp had stopped. He lowered to his haunches and stared blankly at the empty abode before him. It wasn't the only time the pirates attempted pack had failed, he was well acquainted with failure, but this time it actually...hurt? He was too oblivious to real emotion, often flinging it behind his shoulder and act as though nothing happened. Though the wolf had never known the feeling of losing a child. Two, actually. He had promised to be present for their birth, otherwise Sen promised she would kill them. Now, they were probably dancing souls all because that cruel pack. Goddamnit, if they just left him alone, his life would still be here.

His eyes stung, the illusion of smoke exiting his nose grew bigger as he breathed faster. His heart beat sped up, and for a moment a low growl escaped his throat. Why? What was it the universe was trying to get out of him? Tragedy? He's far too use to it, so what makes this one so much worse?