Emberwood daughter of stone

Grayday's gaze was sharp on the boy. He wasn't particularly worried about him harming his daughter, but instinct demanded that any unfamiliar wolf caught alone with his child be questioned.

It was Drogon's grin that caused him to relax, though. Suddenly, the male saw him for his true age, rather than the age he projected. Day decided that he'd meant no harm. "Well, did ya find any?" he asked, looking between the two kids. Lavender's tail wagged as she realized she'd escaped her father's wrath, and she bounded ahead a few paces to renew her search.

Grayday turned his attention to the boy. "You keepin' yourself fed?" he asked casually, having detected no scent of pack upon the strange child. It was shameful that such a young boy could be allowed to fend for himself for any amount of time, but Day had a feeling that showing his concern would not lead to anything good.