Wheeling Gull Isle we act in ways that damage ourselves

The old man was soft-spoken and kind, genuinely so. His calm demeanor, aged well with time, assisted in calming the turmoil within Rose's head in recent days. Every confusion, every worry he held so close to the chest, gone; and he didn't even wonder why. He simply relished in the moment of silence in his own mind. 

Never heard of it. He admitted, but it wasn't like the old man would hear of where Rose had come from either. He came from far North, it would surprise him should he mention his birthplace and the old white man knew of it. What kind of pack sends their elder off on their own. To think that after a lifetime of loyalty, one would be sent to pass the remainder of their days alone, at the mercy of others, starvation, and disease rather than the comfort of home, where food may be offered when brought back.

Or was it your decision?