Blacktail Deer Plateau Lost boy

Grayday couldn't quite see what was wrong with his son's paw, but he figured the boy was still well enough to have made it back home, so he tried not to worry too much.

"Don't be sorry, Sunny," said Grayday, moving forward to bump his nose against the boy's cheek. "You made it back - that's what matters. Come and have something to eat," the father insisted, turning and gesturing him to follow. The kid smelled like he was starving, and whatever else his instincts dictated at that time, the male could never allow a child of his to be hungry.