Blacktail Deer Plateau I like digging holes and hiding things inside them

Grayday was practicing his stalking. He'd been quite good at it before losing his eye, and he'd found that it didn't take much practice to get back into the swing of things once more. It was more difficult, to be sure, but when the trail he'd been following led him quickly to his eldest daughter, his confidence grew.

"Hey," he greeted, prancing up beside the girl. He was in rather good spirits due to his small victory, and since this was Dawn and not someone he had to impress, he was inclined to act a bit sillier than usual. "How're ya healin' up?" he asked, though his tone was not overly concerned. It had only been a flesh wound, and Grayday knew his daughter well enough to believe it wouldn't plague her for very long. She'd probably just will her flesh to knit together, and it would cow to her stubborn nature before too long.