Silvertip Mountain yeah, my brother went first

Grayday said a quiet prayer, thanking the Authors for throwing he and Chaska together when they did. He'd been a dear friend, and although Grayday could not claim that he would miss him - he had spent far too much time out of Chaska's company for that - he had been impacted by having had Chaska in his life, and he was sorry that the male would not be there for others down the road. The world had lost much with Chaska's death.

Then he straightened and nuzzled his wife, thankful for her steady support.

"Let's go home and hunt," he suggested, a sad smile crossing his face. Life, after all, did not stop to pay respect to the dead. The best the could do was celebrate that their stories had not yet ended.