Hushed Willows and never for a minute did he believe he could escape

Happiness.

What a cruel and pathetic word.

What did its existence matter, especially in a world full of blood and chaos?

Was this what wolves lived to achieve now? Oh well. Their loss. This was no time, nor place to give a lesson to another on how to live. Only few words would be passed, then, before his departure. This boy, called Ingram, was thinning in patience. What point was there to stick around?

Happiness has no place on the battlefield.. and neither does hope, nor love. Remember that, or you will cease to be triumphant.

Final words before the shadow turned, giving a simple flick of a tail to announce himself dismissed. Time here was at an end.