Emberwood up & over

It was a mark of how tired he was that Grayday simply nodded, and made no effort to play with his kill. Turkeys normally had a catnip-like effect on him, but that would have to wait for the morning, after he'd had a bit of rest. Especially since, although Grayday was sure they'd made it back to where he'd left the kids, there were no kids in sight.

The turkey was unceremoniously dropped. "Mirza! Easy!" he called, his voice whip-crack sharp through the cold, winter air. Those kids were going to be the death of him.