Whitebark Stream Don't drag me along to your slaughterhouse.

"Don't be," he said softly in reference to her "sorry", to her discomfort. "Dying is part of living. We all experience it in some way." He had felt Ana's demise sorely, and there were days now that he still struggled to process such a sacrifice, but he was driven by her last request of him: live your life, find your happiness. That was an important task for him to fulfil, a path he'd followed tirelessly to honour the memory of a love lost.

He aappreciated Daylily's attempt to bring light to his transition to Whitebark, and the warmth returned to his pale features. "That is the plan," he quipped, tail sweeping at his rear as he recalled Dawn's vision for her budding pack. "I have hope for all of you to become a family to me, one not by blood but by choice."