Stone Circle only bring the rain

His heart swells with sympathy at the answer, chest aching a little for the pale wolf and whatever sorrows he must have to be brought so low. He dares a few tentative steps closer to draw up alongside him, mindful of the tension he can see in the male's body. I'm sorry, He offers softly, slowly settling on the ground beside the other. Is there anything I can do? He doubts it, but it feels right to ask — or maybe it would just feel wrong not to ask. Some small part of him squirms with discomfort at the entire situation; he has no idea how to offer comfort even to himself, much less a stranger. But he can't just... not do anything. Even if he ends up fucking this up.