Moonspear Rush in, we have to rally and win boys

He had a hard time thinking a plan of action - how could he do better than he was? He felt this was his best, but what did Charon want if he wished for more? Maybe he should have asked that when he had had the alpha's ear, but now he was left to sort it out himself. There were things he couldn't change; his family. And there were things he didn't think to change - his softness being one. On some level he knew he was soft by their standards, but he didn't know how to be any way else.

It was a conundrum, so it was a very distracted Gannet who Hydra surprised with her rush. He skidded to a stop as she approached, and while his tail did wag, it did so with some less gusto. He had lingering feelings about his encounter with Screech, a meeting he had decided he wanted to tell her about. But she opened instead by hitting his other distraction square on the head.

Oh. His ears flattened back, and he looked down. For some reason, her declaration made it worse... he didn't want to disappoint her, especially if she'd expected him to be ready now. "I asked," he confessed, feeling a renewed sting thinking about the conversation. "He said not yet. I'm not enough." Not in those exact words, but close enough. Gannet didn't meet her eye, keeping his eyes downcast instead. He had wondered if she agreed, then... he wouldn't hold it against her if she did.