Moonspear And into the fire we go

She was worried about him, and that alone made his heart swell a bit as she talked. He moved forward and pressed his head against her shoulder, hoping the contact would help some. It helped him some too. Staying like that, he tried to think of the words to use to explain it. He still wasn't sure she'd understand. But, for once, he was really gonna try.

"They don't want me back, Liff." He said quietly. Then he took a halting step back and looked at her. They'd been friends forever, and he knew honesty was best here too. "Charon does. He said I could gain their trust." Gannet paused, then resolved. No holds barred this time. "Lyra said it's not gonna heal right." He glanced at his back leg. He had some use of it now, but was still nowhere near up to speed. He was beginning to realize that his gait would always be off; it was just the work now of adjusting for it. "This might be the only way. And you're here." What other pack was gonna want him? He finished, looking at her questioningly. Did she not want to be packmates maybe? He hadn't considered it, but... he supposed she could be a bit upset he had followed her here as well.