Morningside Cuesta isn't hope an animal?

He was coping. Between Adeline's gravity-like pull and the animal that pushed him toward Akuti, Grayday felt as though he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, pinned by a hungry tiger on one side and an endless void on the other. On some days he felt sick with something between anxiety and anticipation - and no small amount of sexual frustration. He was sure, by now, it was a tangible scent upon his fur, but his children were probably too young to recognize such a scent, and he hoped that the others would simply ignore it, understanding that the life of a single father could be a lonely one.

Presently, Grayday was at one of the smal streams that fed into the river, wallowing in the gritty sand and doing his best to clean the thick, cloying scent from his pelt. He had plans for a hunt later in the night, and he didn't want anything distracting him - or alerting prey to their presence. Besides, he didn't know how well any of his new companions could hunt, and he wanted to be at the top of his game in case he had to make up for it.