Boartusk Heights the broken one

She just laughed at him at first, which made Charles feel all sorts of things — none of them good. He frowned as she explained that it had taken many wolves, that she wasn't alone. Charles wondered if... Perhaps, if he hadn't stood rooted to the ground, he could've saved them. His mouth felt dry at the thought, his head swimming, but he couldn't allow such thoughts to overtake his mind.

As usual, it wasn't about whether or not one of his new leaders had killed the bear; it was about his own inner turmoil. Charles shook his head swiftly and said, No thanks, as she offered to show it to him. He wasn't too sure he was ready to see such a thing. Too afraid it would remind him of the wolves he had lost; of the reason he had run away.