Jacob.
Running. He didn't know how long he had been running. It could have been minutes, hours, days, or maybe even weeks. The slow burn creeping up his legs told him days. His stomach growled and told him it was time to stop. He ignored it and pushed himself farther. With every mile the ripping pain in his chest got a little smaller. He could have run for much longer but he knew he didn't have long until the voices returned. The thought of the pity he would hear with them gave him another wave of fury that pushed him a few more miles.
The soft grass under his massive paws now felt like rocks. He knew if he slowed the pack would know exactly where he was and would try to find him. Still, he forced himself to a trot and took a look around. He had been wrong. They wouldn't know where he was, he himself had no clue.