Wapun Meadow traitor

a snort, not quite a laugh, escaped his nostrils. i am no threat to ursus, he assured the pair, shaking his head. though the meadow had its bounties, there were plenty of places to hunt elsewhere. and surya knew well that you picked a bone with individuals, not an entire pack.

he would leave.

except. . . tell me more about your pack, surya continued, stepping closer while carefully watching their movements in response. his shoulders were set low, tail hanging limp behind him. his slim build only helped paint a picture of an underling.

he could not go home. not when every memory was of rajendra, and of their last exchange. he could not face his siblings again, nor yet his mother. 

if 'home' was no longer, then he would have to build one. from scratch? perhaps. but then, there was this ursus.