Morningside Cuesta it's time for a new beginning

Grayday squeezed his eyes shut. What am I doing? he asked himself. Oh, Lord, what am I doing? Somebody stop me. I can't stop myself. He pulled her closer against him, until he could feel her bones knock against his own. He thought about how they were both just fur and flesh and skeleton, and how his leg would be healed, soon. His leg would, but there was an angry, yawning pit living in his chest - no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, it just kept ripping open.

He thought about how Steady was dead, now. He thought about how his father had been, for a long time. He thought about his runaway son and his angry daughter. He thought about how Amber had left, and how Sunspot had found him, but things still weren't the same. And mostly, he thought about a girl that he couldn't understand, that he hardly knew, that could never be his, that was grieving just as deeply as he was.

His breaths came faster, and he loosened his grip. Pushed his nose against her skin. Breathed in her earth-and-lavender scent. Combed his teeth through the fur of her neck.