Dawnlark Plains listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

Grayday shrugged; he cared very little for the woman, and would not be too sorry to hear that she'd died. It wasn't his fault if she had gone wandering off despite his explicit instruction not to, and though he hoped she was safe and well in some other pack, well... it was fine by him if she wasn't.

"Do what you feel is right," he said to his children, giving Dawn a little nuzzle as he headed away. "And let me know if you decide to go." That went without saying, of course, but he figured a little reminder was never undue.

For the moment, it didn't seem as though they would seek her out. That was what Grayday prefered, but if they decided to go, he would worry about it then. For the moment, all was right in his world.