Dawnlark Plains Threeskin

It was a solid decision, but Shale couldn't help feeling guilty, having brought up the issue in the first place. Day was basically blind; he wasn't a fan of the idea of his brother running into trees left and right, and Easy, who usually guided him around, was gods knew where. The plains suited his brother much better than the winding, tree-laden paths of the maplewood.

"Are you sure, Grayday?" Shale asked, voice gentle. "Maybe it's just growing pains. . .maybe people will get used to the plains with time." There was a little selfishness in his argument; he preferred the plains to the trees, and he figured others did as well. The pack was at a crossroads.