Fingers drummed ever so softly on the dashboard of Lena. Nate sat behind the wheel, and though his eyes remained on the sun-splashed road, his mind wandered elsewhere, far away. In his mind, he saw all of them, Fisk, Theylvin, Morgan, Seras, and even the newcomer, that spider-like thing. That was a fairly powerful rite they had done, and though Nate hadn't realized it while the rite was being performed, it had knocked his mind slightly off-track.
Initially, he had simply wanted to get this possible suicide-mission done as quickly as possible to return home. Despite his obligations to the pack, he saw this mission more as a burden than an aid to his own, personal quest. Of course, that was before the rite was performed. Now, connected to all of his pack-mates through the power of the totem they had summoned to their side, Nate found his opinions changing. Theylvin, more than a pack-mate, but a fellow Strider as well, sat slightly uncomfortably in the passenger seat next to Nate. The Striders wanted him dead? Why? Nate knew that Theylvin knew the reason, even if he were unwilling to admit it to himself. The nightmares, for nightmares they had to be, what else could have made lupus shudder so in his sleep, the nightmares seemed to be of an intensity that exheeded Nate's own dreams.
For the first time since Nate joined the pack, he felt that there was an actual, genuine need for his presence. Sure, before this, he was needed as a packmate, that was taken for granted. But now, Nate could possibly be one of the only Silent Striders in the area that didn't want Theylvin dead. Nate continued drumming his fingers, ignoring the soft, detestable country music coming from Lena's stereo. Strange, for the first time in many years, Nate began to feel that his presence was important to someone that wasn't dead. Deep inside him, he even began to feel a slight guilt, wanting to pursue his own goals at the expense of those around him. He came to a conclusion.
Normally, Nate would have to wait until the cars stopped before he could tell anything to the rest of the pack, but now, connected as they were through the spirit of the Fenrir, he could address them now. Reaching his mind out to the rest of the pack, Nate began to speak, "There's...something, I should tell the pack, about myself, and about the way I act..."