He was dead. Grandpa was dead. They had taken him from her. Grandpa had stopped breathing, and there had been so much blood. Adelle had wanted to stay with him, but they had been separated, despite how hard she had fought. She hated them all. Hated them for taking her family. For taking the one person she loved above everyone else. For everything she had lost with that single instant. Adelle had disappeared from the fort, roaming endlessly through the woods. She had barely slept, tormented by nightmares of his death.

Day was upon her now. Adelle had moved from where she had been curled. A goat had been killed and devoured, blood dripping over her muzzle as she returned to her prowl. Part of her was convinced if she just searched long enough she would find Grandpa, and be able to bring him back. Both of them could leave the pack, and find a place where they could be warriors together forever. He couldn't truly be dead.