"Such hardship but we have to do it," Tyler teases, following after her as she leads him on to stop Tyler the rest of the house.

Every time he finds a pack to help, he learns more and more about what its like to live with other wolves. He's not like them, not with being a hybrid, but it's still a nice feeling to be part of it for the time being. If only because he just feels so separate from everyone else in his own world, even as close as he is to them. Now that he has to run, he's lost even that.

"You're a pack," he says with a nod, hearing the wistfulness in his tones in his own ears and wincing. "You should be together. Nice you can make it work for you all. Then, realizing how he sounds, he changes the subject. "What does Abby paint? Or is other kinds of art?"