Blacktail Deer Plateau he ain't heavy

"Good," Grayday retorted, feeling as though he'd won a great prize. Sunspot might have wandered off, but he felt things would be a bit different with Shale. They'd been closer, while Sunspot had been more concerned with bossing them around. Grayday hadn't been surprised to hear she'd taken over after their mother and father. Unlike Grayday himself, Sunspot had shown great capacity to lead in her youth.

"I don't need to see," the male replied with a wag of his tail, though he obliged Shale anyway and began heading toward a more open area. "It was nothing, honestly. Just a fight on the borders, and when it was over, no more eye. Sometimes it happens like that."

He'd been in far worse tangles, and yet, this minor altercation had left him mostly blind. Life was funny that way. He'd probanly die tripping over an acorn or something silly like that.