Emberwood Walking and the sky keeps falling down

So it was while he was at Whitebark Stream, which made sense that they weren't his own. The way he talked about the little girl named Juniper warmed her heart. She knew how easy it was to become enamored with children, especially the outgoing, curious ones. She smiled against his fur when he mentioned her nickname. She liked this side of him. She would love to see more of it. But that thought came with a twist of anxiety and guilt; their lives were not a place for children now. The only place they would encounter them would be if they joined a pack, and that wasn't really in the plans right now. 

His story turned sad as he described the death of someone who he seemed close with and the parting of ways for him and Juniper. She abandoned what she was doing to nuzzle his neck instead. I'm sorry, she told him quietly. She didn't want to pry into any of that. The thought of making him talk about something that caused him pain made guilt swell in her chest. Of course, if he wanted to talk, then she would gladly listen. And I'm sorry things have fallen apart on you again, she added, feeling even more guilty about the way things had happened. She would make sure wherever they landed for the winter would be as stable as possible.