Whitefish River Come Back Home

Grayday knew that Krypton hadn't been at Easthollow the last time he was there. It had concerned him, but then, Krytpon seemed to have a habit of disappearing. And just like the last time she'd done it, the poor woman had returned in a less than healthy state. Grayday wondered why she did this to herself, and where she went when she went away. It didn't lessen his sympathy toward her, but he wished she would just learn to stay where she belonged.

"It's alright," he said bracingly, ears flying back in concern when Krypton came to sob against him. "C'mon, now. I've got you." He wasn't sure what to do with himself, but Krypton had always been good to him and his family, and he still held a warm place in his heart for the dear woman. He tucked his chin over her shoulder in a somewhat awkward embrace, thinking that they really ought to get into the shelter of the plateau's woods, and perhaps find the poor woman something warm to eat.