Bearclaw Valley just have the strength to know you're wrong,

"i came back," sandraudiga snarled, hackles flailing as he became hyper-aware of his temper, and the incredible effect indra had on it. he couldn't remember the last time any wolf had so blindly riled him - the last time he'd cared about anyone's feelings - but here he was, stricken low and desperate by an accusation that under any other circumstance wouldn't have wounded him at all. stigmata felt exposed, immeasurably vulnerable, and it was with great difficulty that he reined in any need to further assert himself.

even under her seething, hateful stare.

his shoulders fell. "and i returned only because of  you." had it been a mistake? could she not see the only wolf worth such devotion in this godforsaken fishbowl was her?