Duskfire Glacier Howling at the sun and now Im blind

Rye looked at Meerkat with offended confusion, his head tilted and eyes slightly squinting. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that a feast was being held during such a time of tragedy. The deaths of his alphas and the disappearance of his wife and child. How and why, but quickly he realized that none of the remaining wolves in the Galcier were founders, Lane and him were the only ones left that truly got to know the former alphas. Why would the others mourn with them? It was just any other ordinary day for them. 
Ryes expression withered, wilting like a flower in the scorching desert sun. Rye shook his head, "No." He muttered. "I do not wish to hunt for the joy of others." As he once did for Imaq. "Take care Meerkat." Was all he said before turning to leave, already fully burnt out on her company. Back he went to do exactly what he was fed up with. The cycle continued.