Stone Circle But I can't find my purpose when I don't know what my worth is

With his brow raised in surprised, his jaw fell. It had been a long time since he thought to teach anyone, and to be honest he had never thought himself as a good teacher. He remained silent, thinking, brooding. His surprise turned into a scowl. The northern bear would rather Blondine knew how to fight should anything happen. Easthollow already had a distinct lack of warriors as it was. Should anything ever happen it was always better to be prepared. She should know how to at least hold her own until someone could come to her aid.

But he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to teach anyone. He realized slowly that his silence would probably be construed as rude if he refrained from speaking to long. Clearing his throat, his snout rose to the sky avoiding looking at his companion, even though she couldn’t tell.

“I’m not a very good teacher. Nor am I without sight.” The refusal fell easily, and for a moment he was comfortable. But his nagging guilt at the idea of seeing Blondine defenseless eventually won out, realizing that someone would have to help her, and there weren’t many blind wolves who happened to be adept at fighting lingering around. With a soft sigh, his olive gaze returned to her shut lids. “But it’s my duty as your packmate to help anyway I can, and so I am here to help you with anything that I am able.”

She was in a unique position as Sia’s packmate. And while he might not call her family yet, she was still of his pack. Which meant he would do whatever it took to make sure she was safe and cared for. Even if he wasn’t the caring type, he was the protecting kind.