Lost Creek Hollow Do we continue?

valette told terance a list of misfortunes that pulled down the corners of his mouth. he tried to find words that sounded both eloquent but genuine. he didn't want to just putter out a sympathetic sentence-- he really, truly meant that he felt her grief-- but terance was not good with words all the time. he tried his hardest, though he may have come off a bit too robotic-- "my most sincere condolences, valette." he hesitated to speak again, his head dipping once, "that sounds generic and not genuine at all... but i mean it. i will keep a look out for stark." and he would. 

he tried to compensate. "my mate also left-- i know where she's gone, but she brought the children with her. she didn't feel safe on our mountain... it was why we left," he shared, forcing a small, sympathetic smile, "i understand what you're going through, i hope stark returns."

and then he tried to move on. "congratulations to your daughter, then, i'm sure she'll make a fine beta. next time i visit i hope to meet her," he added with a happier smile. he meant it, too. "our move has gone well, no bumps. the wolves of bearclaw valley has joined our ranks,  and we're settling in well."