you're my hero

He didn't feel alright though. He allowed his sister to curl around him, he didn't have much strength to deny her touch. Her soft sounds made his body relax into her, seeming to melt into her familiar form. Sniffling slightly he turned his head and buried it in her coat, taking in the wonderful smell that was his Motif. Sighing into her fur, he nosed himself even closer to her. His golden eyes closed shut, his breath fast as he tried to reassure himself. "Am I good enough?" He whispered, his white ears laying flat against his skull. He certainly didn't feel like the strong and proud alpha that he had been before. It seemed like Abaven couldn't catch a break, one thing after another shook his whole pack, and he felt himself beginning to crumble under all the pressure. Without Motif by his side his pack might have fallen with him, but by her smell they had been able to catch and feed the pack.

Bass didn't know what to do, or how to dig himself out of this rut that he was in. He knew that his pack needed him, that his family needed him. But he just felt... worthless. How could anyone care for an alpha who couldn't even keep all of his pack together? Another heart broken sigh made its way out of his maw, turning so that his body was facing Motif, his legs wrapping around her chocolate form. Nuzzling her neck, he waited for her to say something -- anything.