Blacktail Deer Plateau coming to a close, we're down by ten.

Grayday's expression shifted rapidly between hard and soft as she told her story. His heart ached for the girl that she'd been, and for the woman she'd become. If it'd been his daughter, crying like that... He couldn't imagine wanting to leave her behind. Part of him wanted to say so, but it seemed like Moonstone had come to her own conclusions about the life she'd lived, and if it would ever be Grayday's place to challenge that, it was not yet.

"You remind me of my Dawn," Grayday decided. "Tough."

He looked back across the flatlands, biting back words of condemnation against Moonstone's pack. He hadn't been there; didn't know the whole story. "There was a fire in my father's land, when I was just a boy. I don't know how it happened, but I was suddenly separated from everyone, and the fire was all around me. I couldn't see anything through the smoke, and even with my eyes closed, the heat was more painful than anything I'd ever experienced, at that age. And I could hear my father calling to me, telling me to call out so he could find me," he said. "And we all got out alright. Everyone was safe, and I wasn't hurt too badly. But for months afterward, I was getting infections in my eyes, and by the time they were completely healed, I couldn't see quite as well as I remembered. They've been getting worse and worse, over the years."