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The two sheep were a blur of white, and Sunny a smudge of grey between them. There was a flurry of motion, and then one white blur fell under the smudge of grey. It was only when the male drew closer that he saw that Sunny had chosen to take down the lamb; a more economical choice. It was not as much meat, but the ewe would go on to have more lambs in her lifetimes, whereas the lamb probably would have died without its mother.

Still, the leader watched the ewe canter away with a regretful look on his face. He'd've liked to have both.

"Nice job," Grayday praised, turning his attention back to his son, eyes bright and merry once more. "Lemme catch my breath, and then we'll drag it back to the rendezvous site." He made a show of being winded, but in reality, his leg was hurting him something awful. If Sunny looked, he'd probably be able to tell there was something more afoot, but Grayday would be quick to wave off the worry. A little soreness never killed anybody, did it?

"I, uh - met someone," he said cautiously, wondering how his son would take this news.