Deepwood Weald histriophoca

He felt bad for making her unhappy, even though there was a part of him that wanted to be angry with her. It turned inward, and he was angry at himself if for no other reason than his inability to see this coming, to somehow fix it before this conversation ever even happened.

"She will know another way," he assured her, but he could see that she wanted to be anywhere but in his presence.

Perhaps he had hurt her feelings. (He thought then, petulantly, that the feeling was mutual.)

"Yes," he agreed, taking a step back to release her as if he had somehow been pinning her in place. "I must help Minnow find a good den. But can I hunt with you tomorrow?"