It had been worth uttering, but it wasn't enough. How could it be? He had allowed what was most precious to them both to be torn from them, by the ice and the dark and the unknown, by bitterness and fear and misunderstanding. The shade buried his muzzle deeper into the crook of her neck, pinched his eyes more tightly shut. He felt as though he could hide from all of it if only he was close enough to her, and was desperate enough to genuinely try. Simple warmth shared between them helped to ease some of the pain, but the subtle hints she tried to hold back of the grief that was taking its physical toll upon her would not allow him to feel true comfort. Maybe, just maybe, his presence could be a contentment to her despite the rest. How dearly he hoped it to be true.
If she had needed the entirety of the night to mourn all that had been lost, he would have given it to her. It was enough to have her beside him, to feel her warmth and the rise and fall of her breath, even as it hitched. His own mind he attempted to clear, to focus on the hushed sounds trapped within the small confines of the den and the pressure of her frame against his. Sleep might have taken him if he didn't feel the need to be alert and at the ready should she lift her voice again, should she need him for any slight thing. Forcibly emptied, he merely appreciated this small slice of now for all that it was worth. The one positive remaining in a viciously unending storm of wrong.
When she stilled, he could nearly feel the subtle tranquility that was budding within her, and while he did not move, his pale eyes blearily opened to gaze upon the dark dirt floor beyond her. Then, something within her energy picked up, and a sense of impending infected him. He felt her touch and his gaze lifted along with his ears, openly searching for what it was that was coming next. Thankfully, she did not leave him waiting for too long, but still every word further that failed to frame an explanation built the suspense within him. It was her own emotion that he was feeding off of, providing a clarity that she was veering toward something important, and he put effort into remaining calm in hopes of easing her way.
Then it was out, and he didn't understand. The confusion was evident within his gaze, but she wasn't looking at him. Her sunshine eyes were setting, overtaken by tearful cloudcover. Buying time, he reached across the miniscule distance and pressed his cheek to hers, then the tip of his muzzle, then he pressed his forehead against her ruff. Words were failing him, and he could only think of small attempts to express physically how he felt. Never before had he been so utterly flooded with gratitude for another wolf, and her confession was that final confidence that he needed to hear. He was enough. Through all of his failures, despite all of the pain, no matter what dreams he could not fulfill, here was his success; he was enough for her, for this amazing, resilient, valiant woman.
"Raela..." His nose traced its way along her jaw and back again, so that he may lean against her cheek once more. "If that's all I ever achieve, it'll be more than I could have ever hoped for."
What had always been important to him still was, but she overshadowed it completely. It mattered most that she be happy, and he knew then that this was his fate; her desires would always dictate his choices.
"You are all that I ask for."