Silently he watches the world pass by, time going by faster than he could run. He had left Malignant without ever waiting to see if he had been accepted or not. Going back to Moondown, he had discovered that the pack had abandoned the place. Perfect. That would mean that his son would be wandering. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the brute that came and sat beneath the ledge that Blacktip was lying on. In truth, he hadn't noticed him at all until another came and joined the one who spoke first. His ears perked, he listens to the female speak. Then he stands up, jumping down from the ledge to the ground. "She's quite right, you know. This isn't a place you can call your own." He waits, staring at the place where the voice had come from.