Blacktail Deer Plateau like father, like daughter

He smiled, nodding. "Yes, it's starting to feel like home." Which was a good thing. Nothing really had, since his children had died. Even with Lucy, in her last days, their panicked search for prey had led them here and there, never staying anywhere for longer than a few hours. The plateau was the first place he had stayed long-term in moons.

"So," Shale said, looking back out at the deer. "Will you be a hunter, then? Like me, like your dad?" He supposed she must be; she was built for it, slim and long-legged, with that inner spark of energy that helped to run down prey over many miles.

And again, he wondered about the mother. While Day's first litter greatly resembled him, his second had traits Shale hadn't seen before--mottled, thin coats, particularly Lavender's. Where was this mystery woman? Or had there been more than one? Day hadn't spoken to him about it, yet.

Which he supposed was fair. Murdock was the only one so far he had spilled his guts to about Lucy.