Bearclaw Valley survival leaves little room for anything else

It had never once occurred to him that he might have made a mistake. At least, it had never done so before that moment. The burning in her gaze was enough for him to understand that she was not fond of him or his kind. He did not fully understand that it was man that had done that to her and not simply his breed. All that he felt was fear and pain. The thought of his own realizations had been enough to silence him. Laurel’s warning was not necessary. The jittery coywolf did not know what he was to Indra, and that stung like the bite of a wasp. For all that she was, he should have known that he would never be enough. How could he? 

Peering at the underside of Laurel’s chin, Tadec felt the strength leave his legs and he bobbed his head softly to the superior that stood over him. He could not think to defend himself. There was little that he was capable of enduring socially - in their tongue - even though she was wrong. All of the words had jumbled inside of his head and he felt the sinking of fear. ”Yes, he sputtered softly to her.