Morningside Cuesta We said forever but forever wouldn't wait for us

As he lay there, the boy's mind drifted to many different places. First to his childhood - why, he was unsure, but he let the memories take over him for a while. So many good times, he recounted as many as he could. Perhaps somewhat unsurprisingly, his thoughts eventually rested on the memory of each wolf he'd ever met, family or not. Hawthorn was a big part of his life, whether he knew it or not. His first friend other than his sister, and before coming to the Cuesta, his only. Briefly, Kieran wondered whether it might have gone further than just a friendship - for the boys had cared very strongly for one another - but he shook it off, knowing that dwelling on something that was no longer possible was a useless ordeal. Even so, he treasured the memory of Haw, and always would.

The hunter had, soon enough, begun to think about some things in the present, too. One of the first things that came to mind was his father. The only one of his family left. But where was he? Kieran had spent a good amount of time yesterday trying to seek him out. They hadn't had much alone time since being with the wolves of the Cuesta, and he had wanted to just talk for a while. But the man was nowhere to be found. Kieran just assumed he was out hunting or something. 

The remaining thoughts he had lingering in his brain were pushed aside as the sound of footsteps drew closer and closer. Lifting his head from his paws, the youngster glanced up to see the grey-pelted leader. "Oh, hello." He greeted, managing to give a small smile, despite the troubles that he had. "Thanks... I've been trying to get better." His gaze trailed to the rabbit's body before it returned to Grayday. "Is there something you need?" He asked with a tilt of his agouti head, curious as to if the man needed anything. After all, he was always prepared to help.