Dawnlark Plains Threeskin

Grayday huffed, but there was no heat behind the sound. Typical Shale - it wasn't how Grayday remembered him, but it was what he was accustomed to, now. "Pema's cycle is about to begin," Grayday said bluntly, abandoning his quest to nettle at Shale but unable to keep quiet about this either way. It was exciting! "We're going to need extra eyes on the borders. I'm not sure what her plan is, but regardless, I don't want anyone just walking into the territory unannounced."

It seemed like he wouldn't share any blood with this litter, but he was determined to be there for them all the same. He felt that he and Pema were inexorably linked by their children - in a way that was a lot like siblinghood, but Grayday didn't consider it such. All he could hope for now was that Pema would find someone who would be respectful of her wishes, and whose strong genes would help give his pseudo-nieces and -nephews the best possible chance.