Wild Berry Meadow Maybe I'm the one who's changed or the one to blame

she reminded him of himself. or, rather, a past version of himself. once upon a time he'd been hell-bent on saving the world, too; that was why others had chosen to follow him.
you might have liked my pack, he smiled, gentle and a little sad. that kind of thing is what we were founded on. our neighbors were... more wary. not without good reason. sometimes it is a risk, especially when you're taking in as many wolves as we did.
he shook his head. it's a special kind of heartbreak, to be forced to cast out someone whose life you worked so hard to save. a little ridiculous, too. we only had about three rules, all just fancy ways of saying don't be a dick. another smile, this time with humor to it.