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Through ignorance and naivety he'd hurt her and been too ashamed to honestly admit to his actions, not that he'd actually laid the trap out with the intent of catching another canine; he'd just foolishly assumed no one with any intellectual thought would walk into such an obvious animal trap. Laying there he couldn't help but wallow within his own guilt, trying to justify his own actions by pinning the blame on the woman, although he understood it was his fault for being so careless with his traps; further proof that maybe following the path of a hunter wasn't the best choice for him, that with everything being thrown to hell in his life he may as well change his role within the pack to something he was more suited for; the question was what thought.
Rolling onto his side he covered his muzzle with a silver arm, groaning loudly with frustration, unsure what the hell he was meant to be doing. It wasn't as if he had someone who he could consult with, someone to get a second opinion on. Within his own home he was isolated, living along the borders to avoid interacting with the tribe, still unable to go to the heart of his pack and be overwhelmed by memories of the family he once had, the family who threw him away like some rag doll. Turning onto his back he threw his fists onto the wooden floor and pushed himself upright, muscles tense with irritation.
Rolling his shoulders, he stretched his neck before pulling himself up onto his feet; shrugging on a pair of black cargo trousers and making his way out of his cabin, forest coloured eyes seeking out the black form of Lokni, but not seeing the guide around he collected his bag and began to head down to the borders, intending to disarm the last of the traps he had laid within pack grounds as well as check and see if they'd snared any prey first.
For an hour he checked; a string of three rabbits hung from his shoulder, only one small pit trap remained, located just outside of the pack borders. Keeping to a leisurely pace the traps location came into view, marked by a small protruding stick, half of which painted black. Dropping the rabbits he crouched down beside it, removing the covering layers and plucking the spikes out, tossing them away and leaving the hole remaining; the most damaging part had been removed and he cared little about the hole.
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