Dawnlark Plains my love is like a tempest

He thumped his tail at her announcement, pleased that his mate would be missing him while he was away. "Daddy's here, now," he said with a toss of his head, rolling onto his back and wiggling until he was lying across Catori's forelegs. A silver-speckled muzzle buried itself in the thick fur of her neck. "Any day, now," he agreed, combing his teeth through her fur. Any day, but... not yet. They would both know when the time came, he thought.

"Mhm," he agreed, half-listening to his wife's words as she spoke. She had such a pretty voice, but it was always hard to focus on it with her heady scent in his nares. All he wanted to do was touch her, reassure himself of her presence and gravid state. Her news about Sunny, however, was sufficient enough to jar him back to reality. "He did?" said Grayday, pleased but aghast. Sunny had been the most emotionally distant of his children, in Grayday's opinion. Although Dawn had been aloof for most of her childhood, they'd reconnected in the past several months. Despite the reticent nature of their relationship, he still felt a close bond with the girl. The pain of being a father to Sunny was that, although he was a warm and kind-hearted individual, Grayday felt that there was a deep rift in their father-son bond. He wanted his children to see him as he had seen his own father, but he felt that Sunny did not have that faith in him - completely understandable, but entirely heartbreaking.

"You're amazing," he said to her, glad that one of them, at least, was getting through to the boy.