Viene fornito con il tempo

She didn't seem so hard to find, luckily. There she was, laying half in her den, staring at him. He paused for a moment, blinking over large blue eyes as his lips drew in a line. The last time he had seen her, he had felt so hurt by her, even if she hadn't meant to, and now he was here to do to the good brother thing and help her with that look in her eyes, with her insecurities. And for a moment, he wanted to stop and turn back. But he didn't. They were close, they had to be. So slowly, he took a deep breath and stepped closer to stand infront of her. Large paws shifted awkwardly as he stared down at her before he let out a slow breath. "Sono un buon guaritore." He said slowly, looking at her. "E 'l'unica cosa che posso fare, l'unica cosa che trovo a mio agio con. Non posso combattere, non posso proteggere la nostra famiglia, io non sono livello, guidato abbastanza da portare. E 'tutto quello che posso fare." His voice was slow, steady as he stared at his sister. "E ' tutto quello che faccio, pure. Ogni secondo di ogni giorno, anche i miei sogni sono dedicati alla guarigione. A causa di questo, ero stato a distrarsi per aiutarvi con la vostra, e mi dispiace."

He paused then, feeling his legs shake. But he had to talk to her. This had all been up in the air for far too long, and it wasn't good for the pack, or for their relationship. He adored his siblings, and he wanted them all to flourish. He took another deep breath before letting it go, just looking at his sister. He needed to get this all out. "Mi sento come... tu non mi rispetti come un guaritore, perché non avete trovato appena ancora la tua nicchia. Mi sento come se fossi secondo tasso nei tuoi occhi." He whispered, his eyes shifting away. He couldn't look at her now, but he'd continue on. "Voglio aiutare voi... come posso aiutarla"


"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"