Fairspell Meadow four letter word for the feeling you were born into

Nightstar dragged his gaze back to Maegi when she started toward him, dropping his head in chagrin as he realized he'd made the woman uncomfortable with his staring. He set the bloody haunch on the ground before her, keeping his head lowered in submission so close to an injured pack member.

"There was a moose lying dead in a lake," he said quickly, wanting to get explanations out of the way. "Two other packs came for it — more than we could fight off. But I brought back what I could." He sounded as apologetic as ever, but also impatient to get to the next (and more pressing) topic of conversation, which was, "What happened? Has she been attacked?" And then, taking a steadying breath, "Is there anything I can do to help?"