Dawnlark Plains Punch Face Champion

Grayday did not say that he was glad as well, but he thought it ardently in the face of this tragedy. If Sunny had died at Easthollow, never to know how much Grayday loved him... he didn't know if he would have survived that. He wished with all his heart that Keoni had not died and that she and Sunny had had more time together, but at least... at least he had Sunny. At least his son was still strong and healthy.

"Sunny," he said uncertainly, swallowing against the painful lump in his throat, "If you wanted to go back to Easthollow... I wouldn't be upset. If you wanted to go anywhere. I would miss you, but you don't have to stay for me."

He moved forward to nuzzle his son, a lonely tear leaking out of his remaining eye. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you when you first came. I didn't want to steal your life from you, my boy. I'm sorry I was too late."