She seemed to cope well—he knew of many who would be well broken beyond repair by now. Despite the tragedy and pain he was facing, he smiled at her as she offered him a thin on of her own. He was uncertain of how to deal with her though, wondered if he should move in and allow her to lean against him or no. Different individuals reacted in various ways, and the male did not want to give her the impression that he was forcing herself on her when all he wished to do was to try to take some of her weight.
It would take some time to walk home, and he pondered if he should bring her to one of the abandoned dens closer to their current spot or not. More than anything she seemed to need a rest, and he did not wish to make her walk more with the injured limb than what was necessary. He could always go back to Wolfville and pick up his medic bag and return. He figured this would be the best solution for all of them. ”I know a place not far from here where you can rest safely.” The house back in Wolfville was filled up with noise of adults and puppies most of the time, so perhaps she would appreciate the tranquillity an empty den could offer. At least for now.
"My home is in the middle of the pack land—it would be a long walk,” he explained quietly, keeping his purple eyes on her face. ”What is your name?” he now wondered, eager to attach a name to the face.