Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

She killed for a title.
Ruthless, soulless Hela.
And by the sounds of it, Vengeance didn't need to die. Heartless.
He left, so obviously, in Rowan's mind, Black Hat didn't teach her to be like that. Rowan knew she was like that from their first meeting.
"I knew she'd be like that." He murmured quietly. He was so happy when she'd left; hoped she'd be carried away by a coyote. But no, she would be devoured by Nightwalkers. Hopefully.

"I want to be a Guardian." A simple job for a not so simple mind. 
He knew what it meant to protect and had decided it would be what he'd always do.
"So if  Hela or someone like her threatens my family I can protect them."
He was sacrificial. He'd put himself between his scattered family and danger any day. He wished he hadn't left them, or gone so far.
He just wanted to be home.

He met the mans gaze and licked his lips. He had killed before; not a wolf but a coyote was close enough. 
He crouched, looking up at Black Hat much like a cat. Waiting for him to extend food. Or leave it. He would be stupid to move closer.