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He followed her outside, solemnly watching as she deposited the contents of her stomach near the den entrance. When she spoke again, his chest tightened painfully; how could he have missed that she was so miserable? He had been such a workaholic lately, that he hadn't been tending to the mother of his second litter appropriately. He had made sure she was properly fed, but he hadn't been there for her enough, that much was obvious. I'm sorry, Rosalie, he offered first. I've been gone too much, and that changes now. Tell me what you need from me. Gently nudging her shoulder, he then added: Come on, let's go back inside so you can lie down.