Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

She explains her home and he nods, listening as she goes. It isn't much different than most packs, he would assume. The Maplewood had felt like a family, for a while, until he'd made his screw up and ruined everything. The weight remains heavy on his shoulders and he isn't sure it'll ever go away. His only hope this time can be that he might not screw this up.

"I guess I can see for myself," he says then, shifting his weight so he can better look at her. The rain continuing to fall suppresses her scent a little but he's never forgetting it in the tiny space.