Stone Circle In my hands, they crumble

He quietly considered her answer, deciding that he didn't much like it. She deserved to be cared for; she did so much of that for everyone else. It didn't seem fair that she lost the one wolf that could take care of her. Life didn't ever seem very fair—a lesson he learned early in life but for some reason, it continued to remind him of that as if he could ever forget. 

He looked at her as a deep frown creased his brow. I can help take care of you, he told her. He could try to in all the ways he was capable. You have taken care of me, and I can do the same for you. He knew it wouldn't be the same as with her mate, but it wasn't acceptable to him that she was left to deal with everything on her own. He was nearing adulthood, and he felt like his loved ones were his responsibility. He wanted to protect them and make sure they were okay.