Lost Creek Hollow I know you need words

Mistake after mistake, Crowfeather had unraveled his life again. Now his daughter was impacted. She looked up at him with a reluctant gaze. The bright white star upon her head brought tears to the shadow’s eyes. 

I’m sorry, he told her. 

I’m sorry that you could not have had a better father. I’m sorry that I could not love Silvertongue the way she wanted. 

That he still lived felt like a mistake. Crowfeather did not believe that the wolves around him deserved such torment. He felt as though he carried it upon his back until it had sagged his spine and calloused his feet - a burden. But how could he fix it? 

I’m sorry, he whispered to his daughter again.