Flies drop dead in the snow, forming a disgusting black halo around the talking horse you just destroyed. The scene is worthy of a surrealist painting, with the shadow of an abandoned pipeline, Clay's greatest victory, stretching like a scar across the landscape. You did it. The grumpy old man sent you to destroy Bane, and you did.
You bask in Clay's greatest victory, a pipeline that leads nowhere, and contemplate the future. You are no longer a useless pup. You are a true Garou. A wolf with a pedigree. Now you can finally seek respect and glory. Maybe even join one of the few remaining tribes in the "Garou Nation," a group of beings with anger issues who gather to tell stories of how great they once were.
But do you really want to join Clay's pack? Be stuck with these miserable old men, lamenting the glories they never had? Or you can forge your own path. Travel the world, finding your own band of misfits. Or, perhaps, be a lone wolf, because Gaia suffers everywhere, and you're the only one who can save her, right?
The monster's blood cools in the snow. And you, the lone wolf, the hero of a night, the savior no one knows, contemplate what you truly want from life. It's time to decide. Be the shadow of your "mentors" or be your own pathetic legend.