Blacktail Deer Plateau he ain't heavy

Then a voice came, one he hadn't heard in quite some time. It was changed, true; a little rusty around the edges with age, and the tone altered from the worldly experiences he had not shared with his littermate. But damned if it wasn't his voice.

"Grayday," Shale called out hoarsely, trotting half-blindly through the trees to find his brother. He just about ran into the man, the man who also sought a brother in the dim light of the forest. His brother. Brother.

"Day," he said, voice half-choked, and did what any sensible brother would do in this situation: tackled Grayday halfway to the ground, tongue lolling in happiness. "Day! My god. . .you're here!" He drew back in happiness, only to let slip an astonished gasp from his lips, though regretting the sound the moment it came forth.

Grayday had one eye. He had just one fucking eye.