Whitefish River You-you-you-you threw my sandwich away. *MY* sandwich?

His charade over and done, with he took a moment to look at his mate. His steps coming to a staggering halt. His own tears spilling to join her's in the dirt. She found her words, and he let them wash over him like a salve over a burn. She sat near enough to reach each other but he could also see her hesitation. It broke his heart.

He took a deep breath. Reaching out to her. Sinking back into her familiar embrace. "I know you want everyone to be taken care of Speedy." He was exhausted from his frantic search earlier and then the explosion of his anger a moment ago. He was wiped. And it was evident in his tone. "But if you won't think on my behalf, or your children's behalf, then at least think of the pack. You are our only healer, Speedy. If something happened to you, the whole pack would be worse off." Emrik rested his head atop her's, still slightly shaking as his emotions rolled within him.