Swiftcurrent Creek stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run

She didn't say anything for some time as she continued to cry into his fur. When the crying slowed and she finally spoke, it left him feeling even more helpless and confused. He could feel her plea in every inch of his soul, but he didn't know what she needed from him. What, he whispered into her coat before pulling back a little. What do you need me to do, Kavik asked, his voice full of anguish and torment. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how, and her continued crying was complete torture. She was clearly miserable, and he couldn't help but feel like it was his fault in some way; her pain was because of him, and there was nothing he could do to help her. It was a fact he was faced with every day, but it never felt any easier to accept; it only hurt more the closer he got to her.