Witch's Marsh going on tilt

Suspecting nothing, the white wolf turned and looked back at Saena with a gentle, smiling look and a quiet hmm? But concern alighted in his eyes as he watched her expression sink, and his swaying tail came to an abupt halt when she spoke again. He felt that his heart had stopped, and yet he could feel it beating wildly against his ribs, and he could ear his blood pulse in his ears. Swallowing, he stepped toward her. "It's okay," he murmured, touching his nose to her cheek to reassure her; but he could feel the panic, the fear, settling into his limbs, and also a deep sense of disappointment. He could only assume she had laid with that sorry scrap of a wolf he had met before, and that also caused a him a lance of anger.

"It's okay," he repeated. He was determined not to let her go now that he had her. "I will help you raise them. Come." His tongue passed over her muzzle, and he stepped away to continue down the imagined path ahead of them, looking back over his shoulder to see that she would follow.