Dawnlark Plains then they called me, too

Grayday leaned his shoulder against Shale's, contemplating his words. "I don't know," he admitted, voice wry. "But no one knows, Shale. We might die today, or we might live on for years. All we can do is try to make the best of what we are given. Love more, love deeper, and love anyway," he said, quoting his father for the last kernel of wisdom. It was the Sameth way, and it was the way of Grayday's new family as well.

Grayday didn't expand on that. He'd given his word that he would not pressure Shale, and it was now up to his brother to decide what his Best would be. Hopefully, his choices would make as many wolves happy as possible.