"Fucking asshole," Roland seethed between his teeth. His wounds ached and fresh blood welled up against the crimson matts in his once pristine fur as they were worked back open by his efforts. Thick paws pounded the ice beneath them, determined to access the water underneath, but the attempt was futile and he knew this. Maybe he should've gone south, instead of dragging his sorry ass all the way up the mountainside. Well, it was too late now.
He was gonna crack this lake open or freeze trying, dammit.
Roland's body shivered violently, teeth chattering as he was forced to take a moment until muscle control returned to him. Why was everything so hard? Why had everything had to change so suddenly so much? He drew his hindquarters down and hunched into himself, attempting to conserve body heat as his paws returned to the once-slick ice now made rough by his blunt claws. The boy wanted to blame his mother for all of it, but that wasn't so simple to do. No, she was only partly at fault. Maybe the rest lie with Ophie in her grave, or perhaps it was everyone in that good-for nothing pack that couldn't even hold it together long enough for him to come home to. Hadn't it been their job to protect his half-sister, after all?
Whatever. Fuck everyone. Yeah, that'd do.