Stone Circle and a baby makes four

His tail continued to thump the ground as he returned the friendly nudge, leaning into Grayday as the other male settled down next to him. I am, too, he responded. It was nice not to worry about where he was. Steady chuckled when he described Amber. I don't think I would suggest saying that to her face, he said. He could imagine Moose-Amber turning Grayday into wolf meat. 

His friend asked how he was doing and Steady sighed. Okay, I suppose. Doesn't seem like my brain ever stops, he admitted. It wasn't the pups, it was the pack as a whole he was thinking about. He had to admit, though, he didn't hold quite the same stress as it once had. He had molded himself into this role, knew what his duties were, and he was much more confident about it. 

At least until Althaia's death. He felt responsible. He felt he should have protected her. He had promised her he would. He had failed. There wasn't a wolf in the Teekon Wilds who could convince him otherwise.