The Sentinels Such a lonely day, and it's mine

Shale saw something in her expression that alarmed him; her eyes seemed to darken at his question, some deep force within them drawing inward, away. He had obviously given her some cause to be upset, and he shook his head in silent answer, speaking after a beat of silence to collect himself.

"I'm sorry if that hit too close to home," Shale said, dipping his snout in further apology to Narcisa. His amber gaze fixed on hers, trying to show her just how well he understood past trauma. "I've been there."

Wagging his tail once, he added, "Do you need a place to stay? Something better than a tree trunk all by yourself?" He really ought not to extend the gesture; he was no scout, and he had no idea how many more wolves the plateau could sustain. But the least he could do was offer, and take this woman to meet Grayday, if she so wished.