Bloody flinched as he heard of the pup’s demise. The fox slipped from his jaw onto the ground. “I..I see.” he muttered. There was a tightening in his chest, a sense of loss. He could feel tears trying to make their way into his eyes but he held them back. /What did I think was going to happen? That I could recreate my life back to how it was? That maybe I could replace ..them…? How foolish was I?... /

He bent down and nudged the fox closer to the group with his snout. “I apologize for it taking me so long. Please eat up, you all need your strength.” His voice had become tired, “Hopefully, Gut, (whom he assumed was the other male) finds something edible soon.” 

Bloody walked around in a circle and seemed to be deep in thought. Maybe he should try to be nicer to these wolves? Who knew how long he was going to survive out here. Maybe making some friends before he passed wouldn’t be so bad. 

 “A warm place sounds nice. I could use some rest. I’ve been up for quite some time.” He gave a weak smile. "I'm also sorry, if I came across as rude. It's been a hard week."