Morningside Cuesta won't cry no Mississippi

Grayday found Sunspot in the meadow, undearneath the tree furthest from the den. She had her head on her paws and was gazing desolately in his direction as he approached. She seemed to shrink into herself as he drew nearer, but Grayday had set aside his anger. He'd waited this long to speak to her just to be sure he could do it without yelling or accusing. It wouldn't change anything and would only serve to drive the wedge already between he and Sunspot a bit further.

"You can stop looking at me like that," he said lightly, coming to a halt before her and immediately disliking the way he seemed to be looming over her. He took a step back, a frown forming briefly on his face before he smoothed it out. "I have another favor to ask."