Blackbeak Bluff if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised

Suddenly she felt bitter and sad-- his words, sweet as they were, brought nothing to her in the way of feelings. And oh, she resented this, more than she had resented anything in her life. Desperately and without warning she pressed closer to him, burying her face in his fur. He couldn't have known, but this was significant in a way; Tine genuinely sought comfort from the contact, even if she found nothing but more distress at the lack of feeling coming to her.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't feel a thing. She wanted to ask him if he had felt it, beg him to describe the feeling to her-- the shadow thought she might be able to taste it if she could only understand it...
But no. She wasn't meant for that.

After some time soaking in her grief, carefully rebuilding her mask, she pulled away. Her eyes were alight with affection and curiosity.
Engel, do you think you could tell me about the pack you're joining? Ironsea?