Sunbeam Lair Howl about that?

Semble shifted uncomfortably, was he really that bad an actor? Or was she just that skilled a wolf? Either way she could tell he was bothered some way. He was aware the two hadn't spoken much, and this seemed to be the perfect time to converse with his alpha, but he expected it to be a more lighthearted subject, versus his obvious troubled thoughts. Asterr did avoid his question, but he assured himself it was for good reason, such as her worrying more for him, or just not wanting to dwell on herself. He had opened his mouth, hoping to support the idea of him being well, but after delving into her tone—and not wanting to lie to his alpha—he closed it thought once more how to respond.

"Truthfully, I'm not doing the best." He admitted, avoiding eye contact, ashamed for him to pity himself so much. Telling himself others had it much worse, and it was pathetic to be complaining about hurting another, when he wasn't hurt at all, but the lies in his mind didn't help.