Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

Ears switched back for a moment, surprise fleeting through her at his tone. While Holland was somewhat... sullen and rough-natured, she had not yet heard his voice hold anything like the displeasure it held now. I- Why was he upset? Evergreen eyes blinked owlishly, watching the man with something akin to confusion. I did. A pause. I would not risk the lives of the younger wolves of the Glen. Even Azon, out on his own scouting trip with a packmate she forgot the name of, was someone she worried about. She was older, more experienced and level headed.

The matter of his patients and the frequency of their visits was set aside for the moment, tentatively beginning to take a step forward before she stopped, remaining where she stood. Holland? She asked, voice gentle, prodding. What's the matter?