Barbarians

It was a dark night but everything was covered by this white fluffy material known to the locals as "snow", pain didn't care much for it. Pain lit a fire in the watchtower's brazier in hopes to keep warm.
it was his turn to watch over the encampment tonight as it will be every night until someone takes his post.
Pain sat in the watch tower with his bow and his polearm, ready and waiting for anyone who dared approach the encampment. his black fur stuck out in the snow like a sore thumb but he didn't care, he only wanted to be happy and have a home again.

'i can not feel for these people, if i do that will be the end of me' he pondered as he sat there. wondering about the locals about why they were so hell bent on killing him and his family, to Pain everyone in the encampment was family.
he watched the fires of the city longing to go there and at the same time wanting to destroy it, they dug up rocks from the land, cut down trees, stole the sweetest berries and fruit all for their enjoyment.

'how can they do that? don't they realize they will tear the land in half, how could they be so stupid?' but no matter how many times he asked himself that question he couldn't get an answer.
so he sat and he waited for anything or anyone.