scared of things to come

Oh, no. How could she reassure him about Winterfell's impending raid? She was concerned enough about it. Had all the stress she'd been carrying around somehow rubbed off on him? Theo stuffed down her own worries and turned to Desolate, offering him a warm smile. "Why don't we go for a walk and talk about it? Maybe we'll both need a nap by the time we get back," she offered, giving him a friendly nudge to his paws if he would let her. Theory slunk out of her den and surfaced to a cool early autumn morning. There was dew on the grass and the leaves hadn't yet begun to turn, but she could tell by the chill in the air that the summer had already slipped by them. "There is a group of wolves coming, but they're our friends," Theory explained, shaking out her coat. Maybe if she could explain it in a way that soothed his fears, her own worries would abate. "They have to run an errand for another group, and that errand is unfortunately coming to retrieve some herbs and food from our lands. We are going to spar with them over who will win. Does that make sense?" she asked, beginning a leisurely stroll of the pack lands. It was beginning to make just a little bit more sense to her.