Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

The pale wolf moves closer again, and Zephyr's pulse jumps slightly, speeding up. He shifts to lean closer, and that does it. The movement rocks his already-tense head just enough to set his ears ringing and the world spinning, and he falls against the man for a second time. Thankfully, he can't remember the first time, or he'd die on the spot. Sorry, It comes out barely above a whisper as he corrects himself, and then he continues as if it hadn't happened, still close enough to feel their fur mingling. I... can understand that. The world isn't very trustworthy, in my experience. The opposite, really. His gaze settles on the man, and this time he offers real warmth, just for a few moments. But you are. Then he glances away, and continues. I can help. I know the fastest way across the mountains — and my pack can offer food and protection, maybe an escort further west. My co-leader will handle it, if I can't when we get there. It's clear from the strain in his voice that the conversation is an effort. He can feel his thoughts blurring at the edges, bleeding and fading out like watercolor. Keeping them reigned in is a struggle.