Wheeling Gull Isle sea fever

The faint rustle of movement caused King to open his head, and crane his head back toward the other wolf. A huff of laughter escaped him at the bewildered look on her face, and though it further endeared her to him, his chest still gave a painful twinge. Still, he reached his paw toward her and pressed it against her own.

"I miss my family," he admitted in a rush. Immediately, he felt lighter. "I miss my mom."

His face felt hot under his fur, but so what? Pookie couldn't tell anyone, and even if she could, King had a certain amount of faith in the little shewolf. She wouldn't share his secrets. "You probably miss your family, too, though," he went on, feeling a bit guilty for thinking so much of his own problems when Pookie had clearly been through far worse things. "I want to help everyone, and I want to be big and strong for you and Cas, but I still feel like a little kid. I don't know what to do."

He could hardly even look at her after saying this, and though the shame was awful, it felt better to have told someone about his pains.