Silvertip Mountain Moving Mountains

Day let her go, but was already shaking his head by the time she finished her thought.

"It's not pity, Eden," he said, casting for words to put to what he was really feeling. It wasn't pity. Empathy, more like. Day had been alone before. "Wolves aren't meant to be alone. That's why you joined a pack - our pack. And it's your pack's job to make sure you're not alone. And I'm part of your pack," he explained, feeling already that this was not the right way to share his thoughts on the matter. This wasn't work, and Eden wasn't a job.

Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Day lowered himself to the ground and laid his head on his paws. "You don't have to be sorry," he said after a moment. "And I know you can take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean you have to. At Silvertip, we take care of each other."