Bruce's eyes went serious. "Im the idiot? Im not the one who has a lone wolf in a cage when half of the pack is around. Im not the one who was able to sleep in a den while my family or pack hunted for my food. Im not the one who lives to harass other wolves! Im the conplete opposite. I had to learn how to hunt my food when I was a few weeks old. Hide from hunters and now that im older take them on. I have to sleep at night hoping nothing threatening enters my den. Oh yes, I am the idiot alreat. Just remember one thing. My parents died for me. Your parents led a pack and had mutts do their work for them. I embrace death. Not scurry from it." When Bruces speech was ovee he simply layed down. He was sick of it all. The hunters this morning and another pack this afternoon. He couldnt stand it anymore.