Hoshor Plains Forgiving's pretty hard

"I don't know," the silverwhite said, all that he could offer. There was so little if Teya that he knew, and in that moment he wondered if it was her frailty that had appealed itself to him. Sundance, a caregiver my nature, felt at his most comfortable when providing for others. Food, warmth, company, love... whatever they needed, he would be willing to provide.

Dorea hadn't needed him, not for anything, and she'd ran from him presumably because he'd been so eager to be close to her. He could barely stomach the possibility that the russet girl had done likewise.

Teeth gritted, Sundance steeled himself againat the wave of emotion that threatened to sweep him away again.

"Our leader abandoned us and the pack dispersed," the sterling youth finally managed for Maia, voice weighted - sorrowful, "I just... I'm tired of nothing being permanent."