The Floodlands a seal didn't bite your linus off, did it?

He didn't regret what he'd said immediately, but he definitely regretted the way he'd said it.  Enough to go back and apologize? Hell no.  But enough to sit and mope for a bit in a way that hardly befitted his age.  Fuck he was tired of always wandering solo.  He'd thought maybe this time he'd had it.  It hadn't felt as good as it had with Nell, but it had come pretty damn close, even without many prospects lady-wise.  But then he'd had to open his big mouth and screw it up.

It was always times like these his age hit him hardest, and he was in a right funk when he heard his sister's calls.  First instinct as a brother who kinda blamed her for this too? Piss on her and keep going.  But he sighed, lifting his own muzzle to howl in answer as he set to meet her.  This likely wasn't going to be fun, but he did owe it to her, and he didn't want to fuck things up with them again.