Blacktail Deer Plateau Lost boy

Grayday gave his son's cheek a comforting lick as they walked deeper into the territory, trying not to take offense as he learned of Sunny's fears. It was natural to be afraid of these things, even if it wasn't always rational. Still - he wondered if he'd ever let on that his love for his children only existed while they were useful to him.

"I've told you, Sunny - you'll always have a place with me," he said gently. "You'll hunt with us yet. And if you can't, I'm sure we'll find something for you to do. There's more to life than hunting."

But without hunting, there wouldn't be a whole lot of living. He hoped that Sunny would recover enough to feed himself. If he could not, Grayday could only protect him until he himself expired. He worried what might happen to the boy after his death.