Wheeling Gull Isle sapped of strength

Komodo had marked this as one of his greatest failures — of which, there were many — but this was the greatest. The wolves he had vowed to protect had gotten lost or become maimed; those who different, were afraid. Even experiencing the faintest sense of fear was something that Komodo had vowed never to let happen to the wolves under his care, whether they were a patient, a religious acolyte or one of his stormborn wolves. How could this have happened — again? Nevertheless, those who remained persisted amongst the depths of rocks and soil. Where some felt strength and purpose, he felt broken. Where some experienced renewal and cleansing, Komodo felt the weight of the world. In the darkness of the cave, with the storm raging just outside, the man huddled in the back of the cave and cried softly.