"I know, father. But still... It feels wrong. Why can't we all just live and let live?". I knew they were proud. Too proud to consider my words. I had been trying and trying since I knew how to speak. And yet, they just didn't listen. Maybe if mother was another strong voice, they would listen. But sometimes I felt like I was the only one to care.<br/><br/>Of course I knew it was dangerous, but I had treated other wolves, members of other packs, before. I had, and would do it again. It was my call.<br/><br/>"All right, father. Just a minute, please."<br/><br/>I ran to my room and sighed. "Please, puppy, be quiet. Rest. I have to go with him, but I will be back soon. Don't worry. I'm fine, no one will hurt me."<br/><br/>After these words, I ran back to father and took his hand. "Let's go. I'm sorry I upset you, father."