Dawnlark Plains Punch Face Champion

Grayday had heard plans to plan a lavender bush at the top of Morninghill - the den where his and Catori's litter was soon to be born. This idea bothered him a little. For, although his own daughter bore the name of the flower, the scent of the buds still made him think of Akuti. Khoe. His relationship with her had been so brief, but so very hurtful. If had not been for that woman, he would still have Adeline by his side. At least, he hoped he would.

But perhaps it would have been his ruin, in the end. Perhaps he would not have been capable of loving her as he ought. Perhaps she would always have wanted more from him. Perhaps he would have given it to her. Who could know? All Grayday knew was that destiny found you, one way or another. If ruin was in your future, it would reach you no matter what choices you made.

And he was glad he had Catori. He was glad for every moment he'd lived, and he cherished each memory as another stitch in a well-loved quilt. The needle had pricked his finger many a time, but that blood was now part of the patchwork of his life. God, why was he waxing poetic about quilts? Come to think of it, what even was a quilt? Startled, Grayday shook his head, coming back down to reality. He had to finish digging before it was too late - he estimated that Catori had a little over two weeks before she reached the fullness of her pregnancy. The den needed to be done before then, and then piled high with the skins and dry grasses that they'd been gathering.

With a little sigh, Grayday got back to digging.