{OOC: That's ok. I'm having a really off day for posting myself so this isn't that great either.}<br/><br/>His.<br/><br/>The she wolf was all his. He was chosen to take this wolf with him and the rest of her pack would not rescue her. There was something special about this wolf; he could tell by the look in her eyes, he could feel it. It was not often that he got a certain vibe from wolves, but he knew this wolf was special and he had to take her back to the city with him. Maybe she could save the dying city and restore it to its former glory, or maybe he was wrong about the she wolf and she couldnâ€™t, but the negative thoughts just felt wrong.  He was told, no, he was promised that this wolf was needed. This wolf was special and nobody was going to take her from him.<br/><br/>He panicked when he felt the truck shudder and prayed that it did not break down again like it has been doing for the past week or so now. He kept his grimy, gloved hands on the steering wheel, glancing back at the unconscious she wolf as well as the other four that followed. One of them came close, but he simply snarled at her and stepped on the gas. This truck had better not fail him now, he told himself as he did his best to lose the wolves; they were fast but his truck was faster. Oh he hoped it would not break down on him again; from the horribly sounding engine that was very much possible as much as he did not want to think about it. He had to at least make it to the Checkpoint then he could take a small break if he needed to use the bathroom or grab a bite to eat.<br/><br/>For now, he only focused on the road ahead of him. When he saw the wolves were not behind him, he relaxed a bit and smiled.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Gimmel growled in frustration when the truck gained too much speed to where a wolf could not keep up. Human toys were not something a wolf could keep up with and he certainly did not have the energy to keep that fast of a pace. He slowed down until he came to a complete stop, glaring at the road, panting and snarling. The fact he had failed his sister was not sitting well with him at all and he knew he should have never let his guard down and get hit by that gun. For a moment, Gimmel pressed his ears against his head and snorted as he stood there to catch his breath a moment and continued to glare at the road ahead. He looked back to the other wolves, seeing that they were just as intent on rescuing Beyt as he was and eased somewhat but the fact he was very angry with himself was clear as day.<br/><br/>And then he turned back to the road and continued on.<br/><br/>â€œIf you think Iâ€™m a failure as a brother, I wonâ€™t blame you,â€ he told the other three, an edge to his voice. â€œBut right now we need to catch that truck, even if we have to push ourselves.â€ Gimmel did not look back to them when he spoke. They probably did think of him to be a failure, hell he knew he was a failure at that moment, and it wasnâ€™t like they liked him as much as they did her anyway. To them he was just someone that got in the way and that probably proved it for them. He couldnâ€™t help but growl at the thought of losing her. That human was probably doing horrible things to her right nowâ€¦ and it was his fault. â€œThen we can make a meal out of the bastard.â€<br/><br/>There was a change in Gimmelâ€™s tone. He was serious and also filled with anger, as to be expected after someone watches their sibling get kidnapped. The smooth talker was gone, almost completely replaced with this extremely focused wolf.