Shadewood little bit of lead

He watched the exchange between his two unknown packmates, and even though the woman seemed kind, he couldn't find the energy to speak. The grouchy man's words did nothing to rouse the heap, unfortunately. The only thing he found himself able to do was roll over on his side and release a heavy sigh. He had a feeling he was walking a fine line here, but he was just too exhausted to care. He had never had anyone try to talk to him while he felt this way, but he wasn't surprised to find it going this way. The only thing that could help him was time; eventually, he would be able to pick himself up off the ground and go back to functioning somewhat normally, but he had no idea when that would be. It usually took days, and he been alone in the past when the depression had set in.