Everyone seemed down about the pup, and the gloomy weather was surely no help. Bloody knew everyone was hungry, but no one was going towards his kill. He tilted his head at the chocolate wolf’s question. The blood in his mouth tasted so good, but his sorrow left him wishing to punish himself further. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead. Eat.” He said to the group. He walked a couple feet away from the wolves and sat with his back to 
them. 
*stomach rumbles* … /Hopefully they didn't hear that…/ 
He closed his eyes, planning to patiently wait for Gut to continue to show them the way to this “warm” place. He arched his head up trying to imagine that it was summer again. 
The hot sunbeams on his fur..
The green scenery….
His…pups, playing and laughing in the comfort of their den…
Oh, what he would do for things to be like that once again. He felt like howling out, but kept it to himself. No one wants to see a middle-aged wolf cry in howls. He had to keep strong. He wanted to talk to these other wolves, but didn't know what to say. /Better to keep quiet then./ he thought.