Duck Lake can't remember when it started

The male's heavy lids, having fallen shut while the girl fished, peeled back to reveal his two-toned eyes. "Ya don't say," he murmured, rolling from his side to his belly and pillowing his chin against his paws. He watched her through slitted eyes for a moment, observing the thickness of her pelt and the noble planes of her face, and the amber jewels that'd settled so curiously on his face.

"Grayday. That's what Sunny said your father's name was," the male said after a moment, lifting his head to continue his study with a new light in his eyes. "A common name - and common appearances, by the by. But tell me about him. Where does he hail from? What's his father's name?"

His heart felt strangely empty as he stared at the silvery girl, the girl that could be his niece, the girl that might be a daughter of his family, if not a daughter of his loins. He wasn't sure how to feel about her. It'd been so long since he'd seen another of his bloodline, and even longer since he'd set eyes on little Day, with his bright, tang eyes and his eager, playful demeanor. With a jolt, he realized that he didn't know what Grayday would look like now, as a grown man rather than a gangly child.