Blacktail Deer Plateau With ice cold hands taking hold on me

"He was very sick," Grayday reluctantly agreed, "but he didn't die. I don't think you will die, either." It just wasn't possible. He was a young man, and if anyone should have died from this sickness, it was Grayday, who was already in somewhat poor condition. But he hadn't died either, and Grayday was sure his strong, robust young son would pull through.

He heard the words that Sunny left unsaid, but made no further comment on them. What could he say? Death was a very real part of life - Grayday knew this as much as any wolf. That didn't mean he had to like it.