Silvertip Mountain I've been coming home all this time

"They're broken," he said softly, his tail beating the ground behind him. He let his eyes slip shut. He was not exactly self-concious, especially in front of this little girl, but it went against his instincts to advertise his weaknesses. Once again, though, he found no harm in speaking to the child about it. "It looks like clouds, right?" he asked the little wolf, widening his eyes for her to better see. "Day is just a nickname - my whole name is Grayday. Like how it looks before a storm. Funny, right?"

Sometimes, he wondered if his mother had known.