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Regret followed him like a shadow. He mourned the loss of a relationship, of friendships, of a home he’d wanted to badly to establish. He couldn’t imagine sharing a home with Fennec now, with the rift between them. They’d been unfit partners, and wouldn’t have made for a fit leadership team either. So he surrendered, leaving the pack to her. She hadn’t tried to turn it down, either; she’d quietly accepted the responsibility, and that disappointed him. It only reaffirmed his belief that she was selfish. 

He heard his name shouted, vaguely, and lifted his head. The voice called out again and he recognized it as Blueberry’s. He groaned softly. He didn’t want to pull the pack apart. Maybe he should have left silently, but part of him had wanted to be just a little bit petty. He’d also wanted to inform them, so they could make decisions of their own. 

So, rather than choosing to tell Blueberry to go back with Fennec, he turned and called out, and headed toward where her voice had come from. If she chose him over Fennec and the pack, fair enough.