His stomach dropped and his wolf wanted to whimper. Whimper. What a ridiculous notion. He didn't understand why she was crying. All he'd done was told her to stay with him. She's sensitive, he told himself. She's still a child. And in that moment he felt like a rhinoceros carrying the thinnest and most breakable glass globe.
"Now, now, we'll have none of that," he told her gently as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs.
"You called me an unruly ch-child," she cried softly, more tears falling. "I didn't m-mean to-I j-just-"
"Shhh," he consoled, wiping her tears and then stroking her hair. "It's okay. Let's just forget that ever happened, okay? Now what was that cereal you wanted?"
"L-lucky charms," she sniffled, but the tears had stopped.
"We'll get two boxes. How does that sound?"
