Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

He didn’t offer any words in response, only a nod and she watched him as he entered the den. It felt like the very presence of the herbs she layered about seemed to bring him some peace… but she could sense the sadness as she settled down next to him, her concerned eyes never leaving him despite his gaze finding it’s way anywhere but in her direction. She could not force him to talk, but she could encourage it. She was no mindweaver, it had not been a specialty she had wanted to seek out, but sometimes all a wolf needed was an ear to listen.
 
He thanked her, her ears perking slightly as a kind smile found her features. “It’s no problem.” They were friends. Friends were there for each other… at least, she thought they were friends. He started to explain, her head tilting slightly to the side at the mention of a scouting trip. He was not injured, so whatever it was had not affected him physically, at least not in that sense. Where he was born. A sense of dread found her stomach, but not for herself, for him. She could not imagine returning to her homeland after so long, nor would she want to.
 
A brother. But that was good news, right? Until he continued, a frown found her features, the shock in her eyes prevalent along with the sadness she experienced on his behalf. The man had chosen a single son and ran? There were many words she could use to describe him: coward, for one. “Try and breathe for me, Kallik. Close your eyes, draw a deep breath in and hold it for a second… and then slowly let it go.” Before she could even begin to offer words of comfort, she needed him to calm. She rose, quickly plucking one of her few remaining lavender talks as she brought it over to him, hoping it would help ease the anxiety that has his ribcage shifting erratically. “Try breathing this in.” He needed to process, but first, he just needed a friend. “Let it out… these feelings, it’s not good to keep them in.” She assured him. Her den was a safe space for him and always would be.