Five years. Five years past after taking his leave of them. Leaving those who were his own akin, or at least they weren't to him now. They were like a family once. Children playing together. Parents watching their young grow before their eyes. But not anymore... They were monsters now. Neighbors killing neighbors for more food and the weak are left for Death in all her bloody, merciless guise. This was no longer a family, but the paradise of a greedy fool. Yes, a greedy fool who murdered his father... And then tries to rub salt in the wounds. He was not needed nor wanted... Why shouldn't he have left? It was not the family he once loved. Death took them away from him.<br/><br/>He left to get away from it all. Get away from the pain. Blood and gore everywhere. The horrid odor of rotting corpses. For five years, he has never seen or heard of it ever again. And after a long walk to gaze into the beauty Winter bore... Here he was staring at the wolf, worse for wear. The body was plastered with blood, deep cuts and gashes and  the poor things was missing fur in several places. Though his eyes, his nose, his ears and mouth were left unscathed.<br/><br/>"Here you lay. Soaked in crimson... How can one think to do something... horrifying." He muttered, wrapping the wolf with his left arm, opening the door with his right. The inside was not a work of art, but to this man... Forged from stone, there were two rooms both with a dresser, nightstand with a lamp and a large bed. In the living room, there was a rocking chair  and huge fireplace with a stone chimney and about 14 logs of firewood. "Not like I sleep on any of them anyway..." He groaned laying his guest on the bed, soon leaving the room to find some bandages.