Frost dropped the prey on the ground, nudging towards him. He had brought him something to eat? He bit back a sigh. Bit back the emotion that threatened to bubble from his mouth. So he took a deep breath and dipped his head in thanks. "Thank you, Frost." Everyone was doing their part. Or at least...most of them. And him? He had been failing since day one. He wasn't proud of it, not in the slightest. He stayed in his den most of the time. Sometimes coming out at night while the pack slept to hunt small things like mice. It wasn't much, really. But the small meals kept him alive, and he hadn't the energy to try and hunt bigger game.
"Thank you for coming to check on me...I...I know it's been obvious that I haven't been doing what I need to be doing but..." What? What excuse could he conjure up? He thought for a moment, and he just felt tired. Tired of what his mind did to him all the time. He was a prisoner to himself. A prisoner to the nightmares and the memories. "I'm sorry, Frost...I think I need help..." His voice shook a little. Gaze fixated on the kill that his alpha had brought, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. Not yet. He was depressed, yes. It crippled him. He felt like he could hardly function, and he despised himself for being so weak.
"Speech"
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