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Upon his last query, Miyako let out a bark of laughter, than another. She was truly tickled by the gray's sense, or lack thereof, of age. "The kid's old enough to be my son," she responded, grinning. "Or at least my baby brother. But I'm flattered."

Continuing, she said, "I ran into Sunny not too long ago. Maybe a week and a half past? He was on his way to visit you." She stressed the last word with no shame. Did Grayday truly not know when he had seen his son last? Or--and it sent a shiver down her pelt--had he not made it to his father's pack's homeland?

Another spark of curiosity hit her. She took in his scent, pondering. True, he smelled of the mountains near here, and of other wolves, but underneath was a plethora of other smells that suggested he had been on the move. Had Grayday recently moved his pack? And, if so, was Sunny aware of the move?

"When did you talk to your son last?" Miyako asked, not meaning to pry but intrigued, nonetheless.