Stone Circle No one is alone

A soft sound traveled from behind it, and in return the gentle man sent his own coo out. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was, he was already aware of Valette's presence by the sound of her pawsteps, the smell of her breath, and the tone her voice carried. Yet he did.

The mammoth of a wolf turned from where he stood the stream, his head raising to show off the drips of water that fell from his chin and crashed to the ground with a soft 'plip plop.' He tensed only slightly as his mate drew near, but he remained where he stood with a steadfast gaze and a waving tail. He had assumed the worst whenever they were near each other the past few sunrises, only exchanging simple words under the tension-bated air.  

What Greyback had not expected though, was the word's that spilled off her tongue.

"I... I want to apologize."

Something in him wanted to turn her down, to usher her with kind words and drown her with forgivings and promises that nothing was wrong— but it was wrong. Everything was wrong. His daughter had been hurt, barely living in her current state. A pack member had been traumatized by him, and his children scattered from what he considered the worst. His love for Valette.

He waited for her to say something. Anything. But with the ever stretching silence between him he found himself stuck on words. "I..."
He closed and opened his mouth as he sought for his own voice. "Me too," he replied back.