Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Perhaps, Wraen had been too harsh and condescending in the manner she had addressed the young nomad. Not too long ago both Elfie and Bronco had been of the same age, been exactly that much stubborn and hard to communicate with. The only difference was that you did not choose your family members, but you could choose, who you wanted (or did not want) to live with. 

The boy seemed to fight an inner battle with himself and Wraen waited for him to make a decision - leave now or try again. He chose the second and earned the first point in the good books. She listened to his story and felt sorry for all that he had gone through, but appreciated more that he was honest and open about himself. He did no like to show his vulnerable side - frankly speaking, who did? - but Wraen was not going to press for more details in the story that was so painful for the boy to remember and tell.

"What is that you want to be yourself? To become a warrior still or something else?" Wraen asked after a moment of silence. "Do you remember, what was the name of your pack?" she asked next. Maybe not all was lost yet and they could still help the guy get back to his family, if that was, what he wanted.