Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

"That's how I feel about my dad," said Grayday, his tail wagging happily. They'd reached the edge of the plateau, and Grayday moved ahead of his companion, having already discovered the best way to scale the incline. "I don't know how he did it, though. Kids are tough. Two litters in, and I still have a lot to learn." Maybe with the next one - but no. He wasn't sure he wanted to inflict himself upon another set of innocent children.

"Well, here it is. We just moved here from the valley over, so our scent markers need some strengthening," said Grayday when they'd reached the plateau's plane. The grasses looked like a dark, blue-green ocean as they swayed in the breeze. The male felt a strong sense of protectiveness swell in his breast. "Go ahead and make yourself at home."

He headed toward the area his children stayed in, tail swaying in tacit invitation.