Neverwinter Forest wasting time on climbing hills

And yet again, one of the Elysium wolves was treating him like he was a tiny pup, like somehow his existence and experience was a horrible thing and he was immediately regretting thinking that Okeanos and Ibis having left them was a sign that they'd realized the err in their ways.  Not Ibis, at least.  She was still just as brainwashed as the rest of them he'd left behind.

He bristled defensively, spitting his words, but from his tilted back ears and other posturing, he certainly felt like he was the one under greatest attack -- he expected to be verbally beaten down just like every other damn time. You're calling me a liar!  Just like all the rest of them!  Because all of you just treat me like trash -- you know that?  You always have!  Well, not her specifically, but every damn wolf in that pack, so since she was taking up the same weapons as them, she counted in their numbers, even if he didn't know that she'd left them for the Hollow and then left the Hollow for whatever.  That's what you came here for!  He sort of side-backed away from her.  Why did he think they were any different than before?