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Grayday ducked his head, realizing he'd over-thought his son's reaction. He should've known that Sunny wouldn't judge him too harshly - the boy was too good-hearted for that. "Sorry," he said with a tiny laugh, moving closer to his son to bump his head roughly against the younger wolf's shoulder.

"Her name's Catori," he replied, his voice returning to normal as he thought about Cat's mischievous eyes. Something both strong and soft churned in his belly, giving him the energy to hop back into action despite the ache in his leg. "She's amazing - sassy and sweet, and patient and thoughtful and gorgeous - "

He cut himself off, shooting Sunny a contrite look. "Sorry, buck-o. You probably don't want to hear that. But it's true." He grabbed the lamb's flank and gave an experimental tug. It would probably take them a few hours, but they'd get it back to the rendezvous site. "Wanna grab it by the neck?" he suggested.