a glass half empty

It was as if he didn't even hear her words. He just went on staring, looking at the area where she once was. His eyes were glazed over, he looked like a zombie wolf. This was nothing like the Bass that Abaven depended on, he was a crumbling man. He sighed, ears laying flat on his head, the silence spreading. It wasn't until he felt Mirabelle's nose on his own that he blinked and looked down at her. Why was she crying, and why did she look so frightened? He had not heard her words, but he could see the emotions written on her face. The man sighed, his head hanging again. He was failing his members, maybe it would be best if he just left for a little bit. "Have I failed you?" He asked in a whisper, those dead looking eyes meeting her own yellow gaze. His voice was cold, but there was a slight whine to it as they left his maw. The leader had truly fallen, the old Bass would never let his members see him like this.

The man's tail curled around his paws, his head slowly shaking back and forth. "Help me." He whispered once again, his body shaking as a broken sob ran through his body. He needed help to get out of this dark place, it could not be achieved by pretty words. He felt like the worst wolf in the world, already losing three pack mates. He would give his life readily to bring them back. But he was so focused on the lost ones that his mind could not look upon the ones he had right before him. He was blind to how much Abaven truly cared for him, all he saw was the darkness. Their home had been taken from them by the storms as well. While that was something that he couldn't control, he still felt as if he needed to be able to protect his members from natures wrath. His heart was still too soft, it needed to be hardened and protected. He was just one wolf, and could do so little. But he felt that as an alpha, he should be able to stop things like this...