Phantom Hollow Who the hell's to know

Dated back to May 20th @Damien

He trundled away from the Vale with so much care. Liri had all but gone, so had the others. Inside, he was hurting and he wanted to leave. Start again. Grezig was unaccessible. Vaati angered him. 
The stench of borders hit him, not that he cared much for that. He can always divert his mindless wanderings to avoid packs. However, what also hit him was the rancid scent of the one who had attacked Keen. The scent that had clung to her and had clogged his nose as he dove for the trailing, sorry bastard.

He moved into a stiff trot, his tail high. To enter would mean serious injury, perhaps a whole pack bearing down on him. He stopped, glaring into the murky trees as if the silvered devil would materialise, giving way for Derg's vengeance. After being berated and humiliated at his sister's doorstep, he'd not stand for it again. His teeth gritted. A better decision would be a wiser one; he didn't back down, nor move on.