Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

Oof! He was not expecting his baby boy to pack such a punch, but the male supposed that was his own fault. Sunny was a grown man, now, fully capable of taking on his old man. Except, not when he stopped to show such concern.

For a moment, Grayday laid gasping, his side heaving. He caught his breath rather quickly, but played at being injured a bit longer, waiting for Sunny to get closer. Are you alright? the kid asked, but Grayday heard the laughter in his voice. What an asshole, the father thought, holding in his own laughter. He couldn't wait any longer, and in a flash, had righted himself and launched his considerable weight in his son's direction, intent on barrelling him over as Sunny had just done to him.