Wapun Meadow i am close when they are far

He didn't know what disturbed him more- the story, or the fact that strange little droplets of water pooled in the bottom crevice of Star's eyes. It wasn't like Dovev hadn't seen tears before, but the physical manifestation of emotion that the female showed conveyed the trial and the annoyance the Blackfeathers had wrought on the Creek.

There was a lot of information packed into Star's little spiel, from Paar's newborns to mushrooms to the hatred she felt and the hatred she got in return. Why the pack had shunned her for these events was unknown to Dovev, for he would do anything in his power to stake the claim that the pack had made- they were not to be messed with, and to hear of the war was to pronounce the Creek's willingness to defend themselves. That he was appreciative of, but the white wolf was still bothered that Star felt 'hated', for it was deeper than the blooded markings upon her coat.

You're not to blame for this fight, he reminded her, reflecting his own new opinions as an outsider. They were the ones who kidnapped you, rather than just chase you off outside their borders.

The male lifted his gray eyes, frowning and flattening in his ears. It was a troubling, albeit superficial.
It was hard to tell if Dovev was genuine, or only trying to sympathize with Star because of his lust for a fight- something to which he would never say no.