Silvertip Mountain I've been thinking

At the other male's assurance, Grayday held back another snort of disbelief. He's done his fair share of judging me so far, he thought rather savagely, before subsiding. But that's his right. All I can do is tell my side of the story - but is it even worth it, if my audience has already made their opinions about me?

Once again, the weight of his journey settled down on him like an icy, suffocating blanket of snow.

"It's just - a lot of things," he said triedly, giving up trying to look put-together and laying his head down on his paws. No matter what this wolf said, Grayday wasn't sure he felt right unloading on him. Maybe because he didn't feel quite welcome, or maybe because of the substance of his thoughts. It just didn't seem like the right time. "It's a long story, Ezekiel. Maybe... maybe some other time."

He knew better than anyone that it was bad to let these feelings fester, but there was always tomorrow, right?