Blackfeather Woods your stars in my lungs

A sneaking conviction that he was of little to no worth to a pack needed to be fought back before Nightstar could respond. "I can hunt, and I can defend the borders if need be," he said, and both statements were entirely true. There was no reason he should feel like such a bastard. He chalked it up to having abandoned his sister the way he had, even if he hadn't meant to. He'd still let her down, and he was feeling, more and more, like he'd let her down rather more badly that he'd originally thought.

His gaze turned to Moonshadow, but he was reluctant to speak the questions burning on his tongue with an audience here. He was reluctant, even, to speak to his sister. She didn't need to know how much time he'd lost -- it would only make her worry. But he had to find out himself. How was he to do that without telling her more than she needed to know?