Stone Circle I can't be told it can't be done

As soon as Sunny came into sight, Grayday was no longer thinking about the borders. With a whine of sharp relief, he flung himself at his son, glad that they wouldn't have to part on a bad note. If Sunny needed to be at Easthollow, how could he stop him? The important thing was that his son knew -

"I'm so glad you're safe," he croaked, grooming furiously at his son's fur, even though - if he thought he was old enough to live on his own - he was likely too old to appreciate it. "I love you, Sunny - I don't agree with this, but... if it's what you're doing, I guess I'll have to deal with it. Just know that you'll always be welcomed back."

He hadn't even seen Valette, yet. To him, it was as though they were alone one moment, and she'd simply appeared before them the next. It startled him - badly - but he did his best to appear calm.

"Hey, Val," he greeted, a bit subdued. He guessed she wouldn't be happy with him, though he could not really see her face to determine what sort of mood she was on.