Hushed Willows You don't wanna know what I know (that you're leaving)

He did not know when he would be back, perhaps this wolf in front of him would see his anaa before he did and that thought made his chest clench. But he nodded and replied warm. "I will, thank you." He hoped that the words would help his anaa and tataa, that they were better. Somehow it felt like running away because he could not see if the edges of grief dulled for his family.

At her offer of a place to stay he felt awkwardness of his own. "I'm sorry, I have nothing to offer in exchange. But I could help you with hunting or tracking or gathering herbs if that would suit?" He asked, voice earnest.