They were all fucked up, the whole lot of them.
With the simplest of intentions, Andre had set out that morning. He had left the beach of Inferni, for he refused to stay in the house that had been offered him by Gabriel, him and his siblings (which were as useless as the rocks on the sands), and headed out for the heart of Bleeding Souls, for the pack that had robbed his sister. He didn't care that she was gone—it was a good riddance, in his opinion—but the fact was that here was the place he might find the assistance he needed. He had been born a disease, had allowed it to take him over so completely that it was his single goal in life. Killing and hating wolves would be a hobby, he had decided, and Hybrid would be his mentor. What he really was after was control of Inferni so that he may march them against the other packs and take over the entire place. The first thing he needed to do, however, was destroy his siblings that took up the ranks of the small clan.
And for that, even though the smell of the place disgusted him and the nature of the man was worse, he had come to find his father. His disgusting, wolf-loving hybrid father. He, too, was of mixed blood, but the amount of pure coyote in him much outweighed that of wolf, and he shunned the wolf in him. The only thing it would ever do for him is make him bigger, stronger, than if he was entirely a coyote. His father, however, had left the 'yotes to live among the abominations, as Hybrid had so eloquently put it, and chosen these poor, filthy bastards over the true supremacy.
He didn't like walking over the border of Clouded Tears into land touched by wolves, but he had no choice but to track down Laruku and force him to help him overthrow Inferni. If nobody else were there for him, Hybrid would always help—he was faithful that the hybrid was on his side—and he would just have to beat daddy dearest into it. This, of course, went over and over in his head as turning into a glorious fight where the four month old child could match his father; this was not the case.
The confidence that slipped from the many cracks in him, however, spoke otherwise.