Dawnlark Plains Threeskin

He grinned wider as Grayday nipped at him, wagging his tail in response, but--correctly assumed by his brother--did no more than that, having not been in the mood to play ever lately. Shale was happy to hear that the pups were well; anything less would have set him on edge. As it was, there was nothing to fear.

His smile faded as Day leered at him, and he looked away, knowing that his brother was giving him a hard time about Pema. Again. Resisting the urge to lash out, he instead rolled his shoulders in a shrug, answering laconically, "Nah. Just been keeping busy. You know me."

Unlike Grayday, Shale hadn't caught the scent--he'd stayed far enough away from the medic that not a whiff of it had reached his nostrils. Probably for the better.