The Sentinels A Shadow in the Moonlight.

There was no motion to attempt to stop her from grabbing it; if the girl wished to believe she had won some small victory on that dreary night, then so be it. Akai would continue to put his efforts into ridding his coat from dirt, tongue rasping against the mud, the taste not bothering him in the least as he ground his nose and face against the arc of his wrist-- there. Now only remnants of dirt-freckles remained about his eyes and nose, and the rest would come later with a jump into the freezing lake that ran north of them; the removal left behind scars. Harsh lines that had not weakened with renewed fur growth criss-crossed about his gentle face in haphazard directions, marks that showed that his experience did not just come from words.

They were an unmistakeable truth.

"Kindness gains you allies. When you climb to the top you do it alone, with a thousand other eyes upon you... they will kill you for your position. No one wolf can stand against an army." The small male delicately removed a wayward twig from that soggy mane of his and laid it gently against the ground. "Being alone is not a mark of strength nor something to take pride in... it means you lack the comfort of others, you lack their strength, and when the odds are against you you will lack any to call for for aid."

He needn't sugar-coat words. If it wasn't for his past pack and the finding of Minah, the white wolf would have believed no wolf cruel enough to cast aside a yearling so easily, and yet... Kali laid with the bones of the hare cracking against hungry teeth, without a single other wolves scent against her pelt. Skinny. Mislead. Troubled.

"... Someone or something has led to you walking your path alone."

... And has taken away your ability to understand even the most basic of kindness.