Shadewood Bedraggled

He was questioned once more, and he found himself frowning as he settled his head on his paws. "I don't know," he answered, sighing heavily. He closed his eyes, but that only made him focus more on the pain, so he opened them again, gazing instead at Themis and the whelps. "But I have to be." And so he would be. Vorilye had never been taught that it was okay to be struggling — in fact, he was taught quite the opposite. Anything less than perfection was a waste of time and energy. Vorilye sighed again, this time as exhaustion began to overtake him. Quietly, he mumbled, "Let's rest now and... and worry later."