Haunted Wood You Never Know

Now that he could agree with. 
"Nix- my old mentour- told me that a warrior was meant to die fighting. That if a wolf didn't fight until the very end, that he was weak. That warriors like us don't get families, don't get happy endings." It was sick and sad, and something that for the longest time he had resigned himself to. But now...with Awenfen...his heart twinged and he wondered when he would see her again. "I'm going to spend my last breath fighting." 
He was solemn, though not sad.
He listened with pity to santi's story. "And that's the trouble, isn't it. We never have a choice. We never know any better. So we get out into the world repeating the tasks we think we're supposed to, because...why be any different?" 
It was a random blurb of thought he wasn't entirely sure where it lead, but he knew that a frustration had been bubbling since the man in the moon rocks (he wanted to take fen there...) And Black Hat. 
Santi's voice broke his thought bubble, and he nodded. "Yoni. And his sister, Viper. When I turned a year Nix forced me to impregnate a shewolf as a punishment for her heat- and her flirting- distracting the guards. We had to place them with another shewolf- Vicuna tried to kill them. I hadn't much attraction to shewolves after that." He grimaced.