Blacktail Deer Plateau Good things take time

Grayday was tired. He'd pushed himself today to finish his patrols and stalk a few deer as well as spend time with his family. And through all that, he'd discovered that running still sent sharp, shooting pains through his empty eye socket and straight into his brain.

Not fun.

But he was getting better, and so, as he made his way toward the rendezvous that evening, his tail was still wheeling cheerfully behind him, and did not pause when he ran into a scent he'd first encountered that morning.

"Aviana?" said Grayday, lingering nearby. Although Aviana was within his previous line of sight, she was currently on his blind side, and he could not quite figure it out through sense of smell alone.