Here again

Strai felt himself in an odd position he realised, looking at Spider, that he hated to see them miserable. He had come to Spider when he was upset, wanting the other wolf to make things better. It had helped, too. Just talking it out with someone who cared had made a difference. Now here was Spider, in a similar predicament, only Strai didn’t know how to talk it out. He didn’t make things better with words. He made them better with might.

“She left? Because your.. Because of Bas?” He asked, trying to decipher exactly what had happened. “Spider i’m.. I’m sorry.” He said, knowing his words weren’t adequate. “I’m here, tell me about it. Tell me what I can do.”

"Speech"