Bruno sat, hugging his knees and watching the fire. He had remained quiet throughout the day, not really involving himself in any matters. His thoughts were occupied with his past; from the running away to the massacre of the Pack. He was a werewolf of thinking rather than expressing, and it showed.<br/><br/>It was a miracle that Bruno had found this pack, this family. He remembered when he'd been found, when he'd been accepted by the others. It was hard to adjust to at first, but he finally had embraced this.<br/><br/>The emotional levels palpitating throughout the pack was agitating. Bruno could sense what others were feeling, and there was a multitude of negative and nervous emotions from all ends. They were scared and worried, and he knew so.<br/><br/>Bruno was the last person to be Dr. Phil, but he cared for his family quiet a lot. One such negative source was Juliet; something was wrong with her. He had a feeling he knew what it was. "Everything alright, Juliet?" He finally spoke. "You seem a bit... scattered."