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The more carelessly she offered her advice, the harder it became for him to swallow. Pressure had built up around his head and his throat, constricting the ability to think properly. He thought he was going to suffocate before the blonde she-wolf spoke the magic words of release. 

'But maybe you can't, and that's fine too...'

The air flowed freely into his lungs and his chest ached with the weight of that realization. 

I-...

Two thoughts waged war inside his head: yes, you could have done better and no, you are the weakest link. The shade did not know which would win, but he wasn't ready to let Fennec find out with him. Looking toward the ground, Atlas frowned deeply and tried to sort through his thoughts. No, this pack would absolutely have failed if I had been placed in his position, the yearling finished and then attempted to give her a weak chuckle that caught in the back of his throat. 

It's a good thing it turned out this way, I guess.