Barrow Fields Flowers in my Hair

Too tired for his usual snark, the bastard sank to the ground in his half-sister's presence, and found it in him to feel sorry to have caused her anguish. Irritation, too, was present in his mind, but he had not the energy to express either emotion.

"It lied," he said slowly, voice devoid of all feeling but pain, "I asked after you at the border, and it said it'd never seen you. I tried to kill it. I thought it killed you."

But apparently it hadn't; apparently Ishild was alive and well, and as irritated as she was concerned. He was glad to have found her, but ashamed in her presence. Her full blood mocked him, her status as pack wolf reminding him that he would always be the odd one out.

Now, she would condemn him for injuring her ilk.