Howdy guys! Long time no type! Heheh... I had some technical difficulties, so I couldn't be on. I've also decided that my other story was... well subpar, so I'm making another one. This one should be better. As the name suggests, this is about betrayal. More specifically the betrayal Humphrey felt when Kate was to marry Garth, and the repercussions of it. I hope you enjoy :)

Humphrey's POV

How could she? How... could... she? Me and Kate, we'd gone through all of that stuff during our adventure, from learning we were in Idaho, to the truck stop, the bears, and our howl. OUR HOWL! And yet... she didn't tell me she was to be married? I at least think she should've had the decency to stop our howl before it started, if not out of courtesy to me, then out of courtesy to Barf... although, it was great. The way her soft golden orange fur shined in the moonlight, the way her soft silky howl mixed perfectly with-. No. No I can't allow myself to fall back into blindly loving her, this is a wake-up call... she doesn't love me back. If she had, she would've said something about her upcoming marriage. If she had, she wouldn't want to get married. Of course she wouldn't want to marry the coyote...

Fwump! I had been laying in my cave with my eyes closed thinking, when suddenly there's a heavy weight on my back, startling me out of my thoughts, and scaring me.

"Aaah!" I scream. Opening my eyes I see a lot of grey fur. I try to stand up, and lift whoever it is off of me... it's not very effective.

"Hahahahaha! Humphrey chill dude!" It's Salty's voice, but this wolf weighs too much to be Salty... a leg... or tail? Moves out of my face, and I see Salty sitting down laughing his ass off.

"Get off a me!" I say firmly, "I'm not in the mood"

"Aww c'mon Humphrey!" Mooch's loud, barrel sounding voice comes from above me. "Yeah Humph, what's your deal?" Shaky asks from somewhere off to my side.

"Just... get off of me" I say less firm, my voice sounding more apologetic, rather than angered. "Please"

Shaky frowns at me, looking concerned. "Duuude" He says, "this isn't about Kate is it?" Mooch stands up, gets off of me, and sits next to Shaky. I stand up, and stretch my legs, then sit, and frown.

"Kate? What? No, no, why would it be about Kate?" I ask, not sounding very convincing.

"Well that sounded convincing." Shaky says. I can see him now, to my left, while Salty, and Mooch are to my right. "Yeah Humph, sooo convincing... you can deny it all you want, but we all saw how down you looked after it Kate said she'd marry Garth. You know the rules, it wouldn't have worked out even if Garth wasn't involved."

"Guys how many times do I have to tell you? I have never, do not, and never will have feelings for Kate." I exclaim, although we all know I'm lying... they're my best friends, I can't exactly keep anything from them.

"Sure" They chorus, all having looks of mild annoyance, and/or disappointment. "Well Humphrey, we're gonna head to the log sledding hill, and sled for a bit. Come find us if you suddenly find yourself no longer 'not in the mood'" Salty says, as he gets up, and heads for the exit. "Okay... sure thing" I say. The others follow Salty, and they all leave. The late afternoon sun is a beautiful orange, streaming into my cave entrance... I haven't left this space in days, I've been too sad to do so, feeling sorry for myself... well no more. I'm going to go for a walk, to clear my head. I stand up, and head out in the opposite direction as my friends.

There is a gentle breeze, rustling the dark green leaves above, blowing my fur gently, the mixed scents of mid spring coming to my nose, as well as the scent of other wolves. The air feels somewhat dense, moist, and there are dark clouds just above the snow capped mountains bordering the valley, behind them a golden orange hue can be seen, the evening sun setting... on most days this would be a beautiful sight to see, yet all this orange brings to mind is Kate. Why? Why must I be reminded of her in everything I see? It's bad enough seeing her in person! I shake my head, and pick up the pace of my walk, now shifting to a light trot, trying to push these thoughts out of my mind. Suddenly I catch a scent I'd know anywhere... Kate's scent. It's somewhat faded, I look around, yet only see trees, and other flora. I notice eyes are brimming with tears, and I'm choking up.

"Why Kate...?" I whisper, "Why can't I stop thinking about you? Why did you let me think there was even a chance that you had feelings for me? ...Why... wh-Why him? Why him, and not me?" I blink a few times, and my tears, slowly at first yet picking up their volume, and frequency quickly, begin to roll down my face. After a minute or so more of walking and crying, I begin to wholeheartedly, forcefully sob.

"Hhh-hNnk!" I change course... I had been heading towards the center of the territory at first, but now... almost without thought, almost without my willing it to happen, I'm moving westward. Westward... towards the train tracks. 'If I want to get over Kate... well what would be better than not being near her? Out of sight, out of mind! A fresh start! If only maybe for a little while. I'll leave until I've gotten over Kate, then come back... yeah! That's what I'll do.'

With a sense of hope, and excitement I rush towards the western border of the territory where the train tracks pass through it.My trot breaks into a full run, trees, bushes, and roots fly by in a blur. My tears still fall, yet they no longer carry the same sadness. I know exactly how I'll do this. I'll take the train back south, where me a-... where I boarded it last, I'll wait, and settle myself, then just like last time I'll come north again. Same as last time, just no Marcel, no Patty, and no... no Kate. After some time of this running I slow, I know I'm close, I just have to find the tracks now.

I scan the area for the tracks, then after not seeing them I begin to walk around. The trees above shading this area almost completely make it seem much colder than the areas in which there had been sunlight streaming in. This make this situation seem more real, the gravity of it weighing on me... I don't like this... I can't stand it. I look for the first bit of sunlight I can see, and trot to it. I may throw up... I feel as though I can't breathe... now that I've actually felt the weight of the decision I was so readily dashing towards, I can't unfeel it. I'll be alone. All alone. Here I'm not alone. Although... I may as well be... I feel terrible here, just as I'd feel terrible out there. Sure here I have friends, but here I'll have to have to face Kate, and her new mate... every day will be a constant reminder of how the girl I love took that, and used it, used me, just to get home, not caring about how I felt...

I frown... out in the wilderness I'll most likely have physical pain, and hardship... but here? Here I'll have emotional pain... no physical pain could weigh on someone as much as the emotional pain of heartbreak I decide. My mind is made. This, however, does not mean I'm just fine. I'm not A-okay. In fact, my breathing is heavy, I still feel as though I can't breathe, I feel like I'm both going to hurl, and crap myself at the same time... I need to get away from here. As far away as I can be for this.

I stretch, hoping it'll help me... it does not. However, in moving slightly, the sunlight I'd been so intent on being in, which hadn't helped me before, helps me now. It glints off of something metal far off, shining right in my eyes, blinding me for a split second until I move out of it. Metal? There's only one thing metal near here... this must be the tracks! I finish my stretch, and pad my way over to where the metal is, to find it is in fact, the train tracks! I smile. Even though I feel terrible... symptoms I'd heard before described as being that of a panic attack, this is good. It makes me feel everso slightly better. I take my paw, and press it gently to the cold metal of the tracks, and... there's a vibration?

Hoooooot!

The horn of a steam engine sounds, to me it sounds proud. I step away from the tracks, and after a few seconds the engine itself comes into view, chugging along. I grin excitedly, the train coming quickly in my direction. I wait nearby until I see an open car, and jump at the train just a few seconds before it passes. I land lightly on the pads of my feet on the wooden floor of the boxcar. There are large crates nearby, written in English, and French under... too bad Patty, and Marcel aren't here, no doubt they could translate it for me. I turn around a few times in place, then lay down. I suddenly feel exhausted... still panicky, still sad, yet there is hope now. A hope that hadn't been before. Hope for... well, a peaceful vacation really. To clear my head, and come back refreshed, and over Kate. I smile once more, and close my eyes, already feeling sleep gently tugging at my conscious thoughts. I slowly drift away into sleep, my last thoughts of cupcakes... I can't wait to find that... what was it? Truck stop! That was it, truck stop! I can't wait to find it again! Maybe there'll be more cupcakes this time!

3rd person POV

Humphrey is off. On his way to begin his healing! However, in his excitement, and having his mind clouded by a mixture of emotion, and a mild panic attack, he made a mistake... he didn't check the direction of the train. He intended to go South, back to Idaho, back to familiar territory. Instead he caught the northbound train. He is currently speeding off towards Canada's northern province, and the artic circle. At the moment, he is blissfully unaware... and ignorance is bliss.

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