Jade Fern Grove the ache and pull of despair

D: You never know what will haaaaaappen.

He did not look to the gap above her canine – could not bring himself to see the visual of his failure. How did a pack, absolutely scouring every inch of the Grove to claim it, not find the bears before? It did not make an inch of sense to the wolf, and it certainly felt as if the moment they had let their guard down in Rising Sun Valley, it had flipped them the middle finger and sent them a little reminder of what life was like here.
 
Instead, his eyes fell to study her shoulder, contemplating his words carefully. “I don’t know,” he finally answered, refraining from accusing her of attacking him verbally and even physically now every time they seen one another. Doing so wouldn’t stop the merry-go-round they were both on.
 
“But I’m tired. And our children need us now at our best more than ever.”