Morningside Cuesta Wednesday

Sunspot sighed, wondering what things would be like if she had been with him all these years. "No, he left home when he we were seven months old," she replied. "He said he'd come back, but he never did. Daddy went out to look for him, but we couldn't find him. Eventually, we just figured he got lost or died or something."

It was sad to think about, even though she knew now that he was perfectly fine. It still hurt to think about all her lost and missing siblings. What would things be like if they'd all stuck together? All eighteen of them?

"I stayed at home until my parents died. I took over the pack, but everyone was growin' up, finding their own path. Eventually, it was just me. I didn't want to become a spinster on that mountain, so I came down this way. Running into Grayday was pure, blind luck."