Dragoncrest Cliffs of soldiers' dreams

Mireille's admission made him feel... Well. Sobo couldn't put words to it. He felt his face fall a little despite his best efforts and tried to mask it by looking away, over the field to where the flowers bloomed in the east. His paws yearned to run then. He forced them to stay, pressing his toes hard against the ground and swallowing against the churning of his nerves.

Might as well just say it, then. It wasn't like Mireille was dense enough to miss his expression. You be lucky dat you get to choose dese t'ings for yourself, he said, more melancholy than sullen. Once more, he wondered if his place was truly here or if he was just being tolerated.