Big Salmon Lake Stale air and dead parades

His reaction was cold and dismissive, not like him at all, at least not where she was concerned. She tightened her jaw and looked away towards their destination, pushing the hurt down in an attempt to keep it from finding purchase in her mind. She knew he was on edge, and she knew he had been struggling to fully heal from his sickness, so she didn't hold it against him. She was not a forgiving woman usually, but she tended to be far more so when those she loved were involved—something she had never been able to avoid.

He told her that he could feel that something was wrong, and she was inclined to believe him. The bright light certainly didn't bode well for his friend's pack, which was why she didn't argue with him wanting to go check things out. We'll be there soon, she offered, another attempt to comfort him, even if it would likely fall short too.