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Gingerly, he lifted himself to tuck Dawn under his chin, like he used to when she was small, and still regularly sought this sort of comfort from him. They were growing up before his eyes, and there was so much he'd taken for granted. Something he and Dawn shared, maybe. I love you too, Da. Duh. But Sunny was different - tempermental, like his mother. He'd needed more, something Grayday had neglected to give him.

"He went back to Easthollow," he shared, closing his eyes as his vision began to swim. All at once, thick, sour bile rose up in his throat. Grayday barely had time to turn his head away before he vomited up the day's meal. For a few scary seconds, he hacked and wheezed uncontrollably, and found himself completely unable to draw in air. But the moment quickly passed, and he stared ahead - glassy-eyed - while he caught his breath before drooping down again, his chin briefly dipping into the small puddle of vomit.

"Dammnit," he muttered, twisting away and attempting to look healthy and dignified before his young daughter - but he could do nothing to hide his discomfort, and he was fading quickly as a strange buzzing began to take over his mind and body. "Gotta get someone - 'Kuti or Heartha, maybe," he said, his words beginning to slur a bit as he focused less on what was going on outside his body, and more on trying to ignore the amount of pain he was in. As he thought of who else might be of help to him, another wolf came to mind. Though he did not think she'd have the experience or knowledge to do anything in this situation, he still wanted her nearby him. "And Addie," he added, "want Addie..."

Grainy black spots began to appear in his vision, so he closed his eyes once more.