Cerulean Cape Live, Love, Laugh

Day flopped down almost as soon as Amber chose a place to rest for the night. Privately, he thought the dark woman was a little bit bossy, but he was never going to tell her that. He was too happy to say much of anything to anyone, for fear it would upset the somber mood the two had wrapped about themselves. It was tiring, to say the least. He wanted to shout and dance and howl to the heavens, but he doubted his companions would appreciate that. Dagfinn had done nothing but mope since they'd left, and Amber was clearly feeling guilty about all that had transpired.

He was beginning to regret inviting the other male along. It'd seemed like a good idea, the perfect answer at the time, but it seemed like neither of his two companions had been made happy by this executive descision, and it was high time they faced that fact. Day only wondered if it would be better to address them separately or as a unit.

Hopping back to his aching paws and shaking off his dusty pelt, Day gazed after the dark-furred beauty. She seemed delighted to be near the ocean, and that made Day's day, too. The greyscale male spared Dagfinn a friendly glance before drawing up beside Amber.

"I'm not angry," he said softly. Dagfinn would probably still hear him, but Day hoped the other male would give him a chance to try and repair the situation. "At either of you. You know that, right?"