Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

Sorin smiled, content with the plan that had been settled on. Truthfully, he was eager to show her his skills, to show her his worth. He only hoped the hunt would be successful. In winter, nothing was certain, especially when hunting pheasant. But there had birds in the meadow before, and he was sure there would still he a least a few now.

"We'll figure that out when we get there," he said, his own eyes turning towards the mountains. He was sure there would be enough prey, especially in the high mountain valleys. In the winter, such valleys were often full of life that had refused to leave the shelter of higher elevations.

"We should sleep, best to conserve our strength for tomorrow," he said. Sorin curled against Liri, drawing comfort from her form. He rested his head on his paws, a contentful smile directed her way. "We'll make it work Liri. We'll survive."

Yet even as he spoke, the back of his mind still contained doubt. Was he simply setting himself up for more pain, for more tragedy. He truly believed that the decision to join her was right, and he trusted her, but he wasn't entirely sure he trusted himself. Could he be trusted, could he turn away from all the pain and walk a path of righteousness and hope again. He wasn't so sure yet, but he was willing to give it his best shot. Viggo, give me the strength I need, for I fear I do not yet have it.