Kyle leaned against a tree, blue eyes gazing sadly at the Haven. Everything looked so bright and pretty, so many people, scents and sounds. He really, really wanted to go in, but he was rather afraid of how people reacted. His little bloody display had occurred within eye shot of the Haven, and given how Wisdom had reacted to his revenge, he was very afraid people would not want to be around him. He did not feel sorry for killing Bones, in fact he would do it all again in a heart beat. It was a feral need to get revenge, to repay pain with pain. Too bad so few here were feral enough to understand.
He sighed and slumped against a tree, letting his enhanced senses tell him what all was going on inside. None of the food or drinks were especially appealing to him. Sugars and processed foods had not set well in his belly since the flare, and alcohol burned his nose too much for him to consider drinking anymore. But there were people, and there was laughter, and spirits were high. As much as he longed to be a part of that, he was more afraid of ruining it for others, of being the one hated for messing it all up. He was not dressed for Halloween, though given his furry features and claws, he could easily pass for some kind of werewolf in his ripped jeans. For now he just watched and imagined.