Blacktail Deer Plateau he ain't heavy

It wasn't long before a blur of grey fur had fallen on him. The male bristled for a moment, but soon joined in the impromptu wrestling match, hoping it wouldn't be weird for the other that he still smelled like sex and Catori. Soon enough, thoughts of his mate all but fled, and Grayday was peering through the ever-present gloom at his brother - who was doing some peering himself.

"I guess you are the handsome one," Grayday snorted, realizing that a long-standing argument had finally come to and end. His tail wheeled in happiness as he beheld his long-lost twin, pleased to note that his scent was strong and healthy. "I can't believe it's really you," he admitted. "Up until I ran into Spot a few seasons back, I was sure you all were lost to me forever. But now all four of us are in these lands."

His expression grew contemplative, and a little sad. "I heard about Mom and Dad. I'm sorry I wasn't there, Shale."