Witch's Marsh Running with blood on my paws

Day gave a gentle whisk of his tail. "I do," he replied. "It's getting late - I need to get home to my pack, and I'm taking you with me. The wilds are no place for a young girl all alone."

He didn't have time to sit and cajole her; he had his own kids waiting back at the den. Krypton was probably sick of them already, though - bless her - the woman would never let on. Dawn was fine on her own, but Sunny could be a nightmare when he missed his dad. And Sunny always missed him.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, realizing that he hadn't gotten it yet. "I'm Grayday - I've got a daughter just your age called Dawn. She's real nice. Do you want to meet her?"