Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

Time passed way too quickly for Embry, but he knew that soon they would have to figure something out. But what could he possibly do? Why would he ever end this moment? His muscles ached as he moved, ever so gently, to his paws. His main priority was the girl beside him, the one he nearly killed. How stupid were you, Embry?
 
     A half-hearted grin appeared at his lips as he moved, limping slightly on his injured shoulder, to the caribou lying now only a short saunter away. All of this would one, warm little blanket of caribou fur. He dismantled what he could of the pelt and shrugged it across his shoulders, dragging it with his teeth and body towards her limp, small form.
 
     "Here you go, princess." He managed a light smirk as he presented the token of peace. She needed it far more than he did now, anyhow. Soon the sun would be upon them and he would be at the mercy of more than just this woman, but of her pack. And he knew that was an inevitable threat. So, he sat beside her and carefully linke dhis sea-green gaze with hers'. 

     "Anything. You say the word and I'll do it." His voice was stronger now that he had been given time to rest. It was still painful to watch her flinch, nevertheless. "I don't know what your pack demands of strangers... But, if it means joining you..." He glanced at his paws. For the first time, he felt slightly timid before her gaze. He didn't know whether he was prepared to join another pack so soon. Yet, it seemed as though he had no choice if he had any intentions of building a formidable future with her. It was daunting to him, and he felt that, in turn, it questioned his integrity. But so many other things had already been changed, why couldn't he?