It was silent between them. Uncomfortably and unbearably silent with nothing but the sound of obnoxious chewing to fill the void and Cottongrass found that he hated it. That he couldn't stand the way his mind was filling with thoughts faster than he could get rid of them because this was all a big mistake. He should've ran away when he finished spilling his heart to Askan. Or maybe he should've said no when the she-wolf had asked all those serious questions that made his head spin. It was then the guilt cut deep. Because Wild Rye Fields was about family and Cottongrass never was good at commitment, especially when it wasn't easy and—
Askan was talking. Asking something that interrupted his spiraling thoughts and shunted him to the present where he should've been the entire time. He blinked, ears twisting forward while it took a second for the words to register and his mind to flood with thoughts that actually mattered. And a part of Cottongrass immediately wondered if Askan felt insecure. If the other wolf ever felt like he was different in a bad way and everybody stared in pity but never said anything because they were polite like that. But the thought disappeared as quickly as it had came. The older wolf was smart and full of good advice with an important rank and there was nothing to be insecure about.
It was probably just Cottongrass' being ungrateful or something like that, ruining an otherwise good meal. He dropped the mangled rabbit on his fore paws and looked up at Askan, and with a weak smile said—
"We're friends." Because they were. And Cottongrass tried to shove down whatever ugly thoughts were building in the back of his mind so Askan wouldn't worry.