Lost Creek Hollow sorry

terance blinked. his expression, previously filled with confusion and concern, melted away to reveal a look that terance had never given anyone before. there was hurt present, for sure, but his brow knitted down and a wrinkle appeared along the bridge of his nose appeared as he suppressed a snarl... terance fought himself not to yell. 

rannoch... he began slowly, his shoulders rolling. terance might’ve raised a hand to massage his temple had he been human — but he was a wolf, and so he had to resort to a slow close of his eyes, and a heavy breath to steady himself. do you know what i have given up in my life for you? he asked his friend, raising his gaze now to look at him, the conversation i had with ibis yesterday ended with her screaming, and crying, and blaming me for abandoning them and replacing them with a new family. 

there was another steadied breath. do you know why she thinks that, rannoch?