"Enough talking about it; reminiscing of the past won't bring any fortune to me, much less for you who weren't there, or even have reason to care about human society." Kyrie's voice sounds coarse and rough.
The blatant discomfort of talking about topics regarding how life used to be. The wolves could feel that much. Whatever happened to him was personal. Too personal for Kyrie to toss aside. With the discomfort in his voice, they could detect and smell the grim acceptance he made.
Even someone who accepted the world as it is can't help but recall the past with kindness and nostalgia. "Alright, Kyrie, let's walk back to our pack." Sieghart takes the front and sprints forward, his four limbs kicking the ground and throwing it to the sides as he does.
