"They never listen," he snarled. So much derision in his thus far gentle voice. Hunters, in his experience, were fanatics. Most of them were driven to eliminate everything that wasn't wholly human in their eyes. A long time ago, it was easier to reason with them, but now? As far as Su-jin knew there was no one governing body for the group and so they all attacked with different goals and ideals. The worst have always been the ones affiliated with the various religions of the world.

His grip on Silvio's arm tightened, just like the feeling in his chest. It's been a very long time, but Su-jin remembered how afraid he'd been when he was left alone, abandoned by the ones who were supposed to look after him as soon as they realized he wasn't like them.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

It had to be so much worse for a wolf. A creature such as himself could easily live a solitary life. Indeed, his first few decades with his partner were spent very separate. But a wolf? They were communal, social. They relied on their packs not just for safety, but for society.