Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

Fluke was flattered when she spoke, but he couldn't help but feel just a little bit ashamed of how he'd turned out- just because it had been reiterated so many times, how much of a disappointment he was. He had never fit in, and he wasn't sure if he was a result of failed parenting, or if he was simply so governed by nature rather than nurture that their parenting tactics hadn't even stood a chance against the genes he had which potentially came from another pack with strong family values and morals. It was impossible to say- but he did appreciate the fact that at least here, others like Wraen thought that he was a good guy, and that he was what the pack needed rather than being useless and soft. 

He stared out over the piles of snow, clumps of ice and rock and tree trunks that jutted out of the snow like twigs, and beyond all of the wreckage was a trail down the side of the mountain where the forest had been turned into a passage of stumps and rocks littered here and there. "Woah," Fluke whispered, and took a couple steps forward. If the avalanche had broken through the river, ir was impossible to tell- the break in the ice, if there was one, was hidden underneath several feet of snow and debris. "Glad we weren't underneath that!" He exclaimed.