The Sentinels From the Abyss it calls me

Tveir chuckled slightly at the youth's reaction. He hadn't been going for shock value, but it was still added none the same. It was a past checkered with tragedy that Gunnar had. His father lost his eye, and soon after lost his life. His mother and his father, though loved each other fought like raging maniacs. His siblings had hated him very possibly, so many deaths. No leader had ever truly lived past a few months or a year in this area. Honestly, he could see why it would be considered a curse. 

Tveir didn't expect anything to be said for his father. It was just one of those things. He had come to terms with it as a child, though it had been frightening and disgusting. Though also slightly fascinating, and proof at least to many that his father indeed spoke with gods. Gunnar tilted his ears and shook his head. I entertained the thought, but I never grew close enough to anyone to  offer such a union. I suppose I was afraid that I would mess it up somehow. It was easier being alone.

I have met a few pack mates. I have yet to take that leap. I haven't been in a pack since before I was a yearling.

Okay so i know that he is in a pack, but this was written before he joined. So I'm going to for continuity's sake keep him out of one in this one. If that's okay.