Whitefish River The white wind calls

She did feel a little bad forcing him to talk about his troubles, but her intentions were good at least; she just wanted to help. But of course, he didn't take much probing, and she watched him with concern as he began to speak. It seemed like he had been mulling over a decision for an unknown amount of time, and it must be something pretty important if he felt he needed to run it by her before deciding anything. Of course, he could just need her input; they often sought each other's opinions about the things that were going on in their lives. They had been best friends long before they were mates and co-parents, and they valued each other's view on the world—she was certainly grateful to have him to bounce things off of, especially if she felt she was being too sensitive about something 

Okay, she said gently. What's up?