Whitebark Stream oh, bojack, no. there is no other side. this is it.

Another request for Kavik sounded from Whitebark's borders - another wolf, having come too late. Artyom couldn't recall the dark wolf having any visitors during his time among them, and found it odd that two had come in a matter of days. It wasn't fair that the responsibility of delivering such grim news to these strangers had been dropped on the gilded Alpha's wearied shoulders, yet he carried on when duty called.

This newcomerger differed entirely from the raveness whI'd arrived looking for her father before; had news reached her through the grapevine, sending her his way for confirmation. Artyom's gaze lingered sadly on the pale girl's narrow features and his tail hung limp, finding no need for tension in the face of yet another solemn delivery.

Pausing some feet before the unfamiliar wolfess, Artyom maintained his silance for a moment longer before he uttered a simple, "I'm sorry."