Dawnlark Plains Whied we leef home?

Wanna push this to 10 posts so we can use it for pack formation?

His son fell silent, needing no more explanation on his peculiar condition. This pleased Reek, because addressing a subject like this was always difficult, even if Tapat was completely agreeable. Someday, Reek knew that his son's memory issues would have to be addressed in depth, as his father would not be there for him all the time -- nor could he. Reek, after living a rather chaotic life, was now in the throes of middle age. Despite his own primal fear of his own mortality, Reek knew he would not be around forever.

As Tapat weaved though Reek's legs, he stumbled awkwardly over his son. "Walk at my side Bud," he bid the boy. "We've got a long way to go." He couldn't trip over his son the entire way, or at least, it wouldn't make a comfortable trip.