He swore there was something in the water. Something poisonous or hallucinogenic because there was no damn way someone healthy and clear-headed could act so dumb all the time. From pieces of shit that didn’t know respect to cowards that started fights they couldn’t finish without outside help. He saw and fought them all within one week or arriving and he was sure there was another long week of similar bullshit to come.
God.
The sooner he found somewhere cozy to hide in the mountains the better. It probably wouldn’t be long until his parents came and begged him to come back. They needed him. Without him around the pack would fall apart. He was the one always filling caches, patrolling borders, and kicking asses. His mom and dad liked to talk big game about how they made the pack from nothing, but he was the one that kept it afloat.
And it was probably that very same attitude and mindset that got him kicked out of the pack in the first place, but like hell would he ever acknowledge or accept that fact. He was awesome. The best at everything he did. His parents would understand the moment he crossed the borders.
With that last thought—Daighre focused on going around the pile of bones and towards the distant mountains growing bigger with every step.