Blacktail Deer Plateau lemme hear you say way ho!

Immediately, the chipmunk's mood seemed to turn completely around. Grayday lowered himself so that she could climb up a bit more easily, but the movement still seemed to pain her. He felt bad for the tiny creature, and hoped she'd make a full recovery.

"Grayday," he responded, setting a slow, stiff pace toward a thorny patch of blackberries, which were just exiting their season. There wouldn't be berries for the chipmunk to eat there for much longer, but the male couldn't think of what else he might do for her. "But you can call me Day."

It was a strange feeling to have a chipmunk clinging to him. He had to resist the urge to shake his pelt off. "Don't you have a pack or something to take care of you?" he asked, wondering if he'd made a mistake by offering his help. How would he keep the kids from killing her? He'd have to keep her with him 24/7...