Whitefish River old friends, sat on their park bench like bookends

"Take care," Grayday echoed, a bit bemused at the whole situation. How strange to think that Silvertip had been only a year or two ago. He was at such a different stage in life, and with none of the same wolves. Seeing Phocion had certainly been a blast from the past, but he'd never known the other male very well.

Now, if Chaska came back - that'd be crazy.

Chuckling to himself, Grayday returned to his kingdom. He had bigger fish to fry.