Blacktail Deer Plateau Well you only need the light when it's burning low

He frowned at her weak attempt to make a joke. Motioning for her to move over slightly, he slung himself down beside her, pressing his warm body against hers. He slipped his dark muzzle beneath hers, then withdrew just far enough to look her in the face. Their eyes met and he saw pain in the lackluster depths. He wondered what was hurting her more, Pied's death or Crete's abandonment? Was she physically ill on top of it all?

"I'm sorry you feel like shit, Oss. Physically, mentally or both?" he questioned softly. "If it's physical, I can call Blue Willow and she can have a look at you," the Alpha male offered. "If it's otherwise... do you want to talk about it?" If she did, he would happily bend an ear. If she didn't, he would leave it alone. "Just tell me whatever you need and I'll do my best."