Wapun Meadow i'm just as fragile as you

There the pair stood, visibly awkward and uncomfortable, nervousness passing between them like electricity. Talion remained in his submissive crouch as silence hung around them, uncertainty weighing heavily on his raven shoulders as he contemplated his next move.

He wanted to get away. More than anything, he wished to be free of the guilt he felt as she spoke with disappointment that he was unable to help her, and the boy whispered his soft apology. Slowly, carefully, he lifted an alabaster forepaw and shuffled gingerly to the side, frosty gaze still lingering at the wolfess' own lower limbs.

"I wish I could help," was all he could offer. "I hope you find them." At least she had a family worth searching for. His own mother had never given a damp about him and while his father cared for him, he'd made it clear where his loyalty lay following Talion's banishment.