you worry me

He dropped to his hips, his head hanging low. “You have…” He muttered, his ears pinning back. He took a deep breath and explained everything as he had known it, of Leera’s betrayal, of his stolen pups, of his suspicions of Hannibal and how those aligned with Hannibal had come to make up nearly half of his pack. He told her how Erövrare had been doomed from the beginning and how he had failed them all, more than anything he told her of his regret for being who he was instead of who she thought he would be.

“And that…That is the brunt of it I believe.” He said woefully, his eyes closing. He took a deep breath then, his head spinning as his emotions warred inside him. “If you want to leave…I won’t stop you, you’ve been loyal to me whole heartedly from the beginning, I can’t ask you to stay on this sinking ship."

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