Your vision swims into bleary focus, and you're greeted by a look of grave concern on a lupine muzzle. Brown shaggy fur, yellow eyes…
It's Dena! She must have been the first to find you after you fell. Dena was always a sensitive pup, and she took to a quiet life of study with the elders early on, the rough-and-tumble life of her packmates less interesting than learning about the world outside Haven's walls.
Dena has always been there when you needed her, and you've tried to do the same for her. Over the years, her affection for you has grown less and less subtle, but it remains an unspoken line she is unwilling to cross, valuing your friendship over potential rejection.
You're confident that whatever happens between the two of you, there won't be any ill feelings, even if you eventually drift apart and see less of each other.