Silvertip Mountain And You Let Her Go

He wanted to take her pain away and into himself, and cry for her. She made his heart break in a way that the dead never could. Here she was, heart beating and breathing, and feeling more than any pup should have to, and he felt so useless to help her. 

She admitted she felt like she was never there for them, and he had to think before he spoke, so fearful that he would say the wrong thing. But, he didn't want to lie to her, feeling that would just worsen things later. Odette, you're just a pup. You've been doing exactly what your responsibility is- which is learning pack life, exploring, meeting other members and bossing them around... And apparently wandering away from the den unescorted at night in the middle of a famine where anything and everything can and would eat you... He sighed, knowing he was getting off topic. Your responsibility was to play with your siblings, and build bonds with them. It was your mother and I's responsibility to make sure you all are healthy. Did she understand what he was saying? I know for a fact that you took food that was given to you and gave it to your siblings. You did your best to try and feed them. She was so young, and he knew there would be things she'd miss, thinking it was something insignificant. As smart as she was, she couldn't know everything just yet.