Blacktail Deer Plateau Get An Eyeful

Grayday quirked a brow, at that. "If that's the case, that is not where I would be," he said with a hint of mirth, though he was still mostly just concerned about the older male. He remembered being angry with Mirabelle when she'd almost drowned herself in the river. But those had been angry days, and he was a different wolf, now.

He couldn't save everyone, after all. Especially not everyone who decided to get their fur wet in the wintertime.

Deciding to just sit tight and see how this played out, Grayday found a dry place on the pond's bank and sat down, silently observing.