Dawnlark Plains Threeskin

He let out a ragged sigh in response to Grayday's command, merely nodding in a brutish way, his eyes dark and moody. His brother knew him better than almost anyone, even after years apart. Then again, perhaps his mannerisms and tone of voice were more revealing than he intended. Either way, he knew Day was onto him, and he was grateful when the subject was changed.

Shale opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by the squall of a young babe, which faded soon after as it--presumably--went back to sleeping, or eating, or. . .well, that was pretty much it, with children. The sound sent a curious sensation through him: his heart throbbed, and so too did his--

God, he wanted children again. Despite everything that could go wrong.

"A few," he responded, still distracted by the homely sounds of mother and babes in the den. "I spoke to Aviana for the first time. She seems well, though she didn't seem too fond of the new territory. She's not alone, either." His mouth firmed in a frown; he knew he'd eventually have to let his brother know that there was discontent with Dawnlark Plains.