Adjustments

At Vali's words he let out a heavy sigh, looking up to the stars above them. Taking his head off of hers, his eyes roamed around the expansion of his territory. It was almost pitch black now, save for the moonlight that covered everything in a silvery glow. She was right, and he knew that. Glancing down at her as best as he could, he offered her a small smile. "You know me too well," he whispered. Looking back at the horizon, he thought back to when he first claimed these lands. "You know, I was just a kid when I started this pack. I can't even remember why I started it, but I do know that it wasn't to protect my family and keep them close. I didn't think that so many would come and go through the years, or that I would even have children. Now I have seven, and I want to badly to lock them in the borders. But I can't do that, I can't keep them from the world, but gods how I wish I could. I wish I could keep them all in the den, and stop them from leaving my side. But even my most shy of children wandered away and got hurt, and I wish I could have been there. I blame myself for not looking for her harder, or for sending out more search parties. I hate that she was hurt, and I doubt those mental scars will ever leave her. I blame myself for her mother not being here for her. There is so much I blame myself for, that is only the tip of the iceberg." He said softly. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, trying to contain his inner turmoil.

"Speech"
'thoughts'