Blacktail Deer Plateau and i won't say it again

Grayday laid his load beside Forrest's and sank down into the snow. The short jaunt had left his head spinning and his limbs feeling strangely light. The fever was probably to blame for that - he knew at once that he ought to have rested a bit longer.

He half-listened to the woman's meandering tale, struggling to keep up enough to identify the meaning of the story, and what he was supposed to take away from it. She liked children, it seemed. Not something that Grayday found comforting, to say the least. He was reminded of Khoe's strange, possessive behavior toward their children, and toward Sunny and Dawn as well. Forrest hadn't shown the same sort of behaviors yet, but Grayday was still wary.

"It's more up to Cat than it me," he said wearily, laying his head down on his paws. The snow was too cold against his belly, but he was too tired to curl up. He didn't say that there was no trust between he and Forrest just yet. Time and action would tell if she was truly trustworthy.