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he looked at grayday with a lopsided grin, taking in his thick pelt. "yeah, that fur would probably be miserable down south," he said. "but we're put where we're meant to be, i guess, and you're meant to be up here, in the cold. so, apparently, am i."

and then, there it was. a sly pop from the father at his interest in his daughter. one of aditya's ears twitched; otherwise he said nothing for a long moment, weighing his words. what are your intentions? he had heard that line before. fathers, unwilling to usher their little lambs into the arms of a rogue, friendly as he was. was this grayday's version?

"that she does," he finally said, opting for a casual response. aditya looked at grayday, a smile on his face but his gaze respectful. "she's a nice girl. she's been very welcoming. as have the rest of you."