Sleepy Fox Hollow damn the dark, damn the light

Live and thrive, huh? That was... probably the goal for every pack. But were the Nightwalkers like that? They lived, but they had not thrived. They'd fallen apart and broken and splintered and didn't exist anymore. 

"No, we didn't do that," he admitted, resting his chin on his paws. "We were a bunch of fighters. And we did that, a lot. There were some prisoners, too. I didn't see anyone die, but I know they did that too, sometimes." Shame tainted his expression and he looked away. It sounded even worse when he said it out loud like this.