Dawnlark Plains then they called me, too

Grayday gave a little nod of agreement. He would share his family with Shale, and perhaps that would help heal him from his pains. His last litter had two mothers, so could this next one not have two fathers? Oh, Grayday would never say it - he knew that Shale would demure - but he would make sure that Shale tasted fatherhood once more, whether from Grayday's line or from his very own.

"As long as you're happy," he said, his tone easy and true. "And as long as you know that if you don't take her, some other man will. A stranger." The fur along Grayday's spine began to bristle, at this. He wouldn't begrudge Pema her family, and he had no designs on the younger woman himself... but like all wolves he cared for, Grayday had grown rather possessive of the young woman. It would burn him to think of her taking up with some faceless man, carrying on some foreign line... but he would get over it. As she had loved his children, he would love hers.