Redsand Canyon I Think You Deserve Much Better Than Me

He could see the pain now.
The weariness that was held in her frame, preventing her from even trying to stop him.
The force of his attack pushed her to the ground, and before her back had even met the sandy surface.
He could tell she was spent.

"Sorry. For when you came back that day."
He did feel bad, in truth. He'd snapped when she needed help.
When she needed the support of her leaders, she needed him, and he'd tried to throw her into the bear's jaws.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm always free to lend an ear," he smiled softly, letting her recover. He should walk her back to the dens. Make sure she was ok.