Blacktail Deer Plateau o father (in law) where art thou

Grayday's tail swished at these words. Aditya's story was sad, but Grayday didn't feel sorry for him. They'd all walked certain paths before these wonderful days, when everything seemed to be coming together. If the world had taken things from them, it seemed as though it was working to pay them back.

"We're lucky to have each other," said Grayday, thinking about how not everyone who joined Morningside joined the family. Sylvas, who had been there longer than most, still existed on the outskirts. But Aditya had fit right in, just like Pema and Cat. Slowly but surely, they were cobbling together a family the size that Grayday had left behind. "Do you ever think that all this is meant to be? Perhaps we're all on paths that lead to higher places. It's as though the writers of our lives got together and planned this. Otherwise, how could we all find each other in such a big world?"

Abruptly, Grayday realized how absurd he was being. "I'm getting far too introspective in my old age," he said with a laugh, standing and shaking out his coat. "Let's do something - thinking is going to get me in trouble."