Silver Moraine berkanan; sustenance

"Mine and my family's," Grayday agreed, realizing that he hadn't really specified - he didn't really consider that others had a home, especially if they were skulking around outside of his. (Ugh, scouts. How did they live with themselves? He wished his children would pick different pursuits.)

"I'm Grayday. What's your name?" he asked, turning back toward home even though he'd planned to looking around for Easy a while longer. He wasn't going to be the one to bring her home, most likely. It was a better use of his time to get his new acquaintance situated, especially since the man had been reduced to eating berries. Who did that?

(Lots of wolves, Grayday. Lots of them.)