Blacktail Deer Plateau then I need help here with this feather

The howl woke Grayday from a dead sleep; in an instant, he was awake and on his paws, "Dawn!" bubbling up from his chest in an excited shout. He'd been worried sick over her, even though he knew her paws were well-seasoned, by now. Anything could happen, after all, and that was only his worries over her physical health.

He'd experienced no small amount of trepidation over how the 'talk' with her brother might go.

But he needn't have worried. When he got to the borders, he was greeted by the sight of not one, but two beloved and well-missed children. "Sunny," he said dumbly, stopping short. He drank in the sight of his missing son before his eyes darted gratefully toward his daughter. "Dawn," he cooed, finally approaching and tackling them both in a typical Graydad glomp. "My babies!" he laughed, attempting to wrestle them both to the floor, like they used to play when they were little.