Swiftcurrent Creek Please help me chop this tree down

Her question drew his eyebrows together. The alpha wasn't one to share his burden ever, but she had asked, and he knew from past experiences that lying or playing off her concern as if nothing was wrong wouldn't help anything; it definitely wouldn't be good for the delicate bond forming between them. He wanted to further that bond, not damage it by insulting her and acting as if she hadn't been correct in her observation that he was sulking a little. He sighed softly before admitting: I just...feel like I could have prevented your injury, He looked away again. I'm not sure how exactly, but perhaps I should have controlled the situation a little better, he continued, eyes still trained on the herd. And the fact that she had been looking for him made anxiety spike in his chest. You were? I hope everything is okay, he added, concern spreading across his dark face as he turned back to her. He had been gone from the den for a while even before she came, feeling like the children were in capable paws with their mothers, but what if something had happened while he was out here hiding from his worries?