Phantom Hollow [MATURE] Sorrowful

He did not recoil or contort his face in disgust.The northern wolf merely sat, silent. Silent but seemingly infinitely patient, his expression unreadable.

She recalled their very first encounter. Both when they were kids, tussling with the remains of a coyote. A time when they were both a little more innocent. And then, she confessed to killing another. Her own life endangered. Finally, then, the suicide of her mother, and the loss of her home.

At this, his chest tightened. The slight swallow of the lump in his throat was the only sign of how deeply he was affected.

It was like looking back in a mirror, almost. Home, gone. Parents, taken. Shreds of innocence, lost. 

 "This...mess you claim. The mistakes, let's call them. Do you regret any of it?" He could not and would not tell her what was right or wrong. What was good or bad. He had to right to label her sins. Nor would he condemn her for them.