Dawnlark Plains I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

"I know," said Grayday, who had been attracted by this fact. He laid his head on his paws, though, to show that he had no ill or untoward intentions. He still remembered how fearful and submissive Aviana had been at the borders.

He listened solemnly to her worries, understanding them all too well. That had been him at Silvertip, wondering if opportunity would ever come knocking. But, unlike Grayday, Aviana was waiting patiently instead of going out and seeking her destiny. And she was older than he had been, too.

"You've been a good pack member, Aviana. Perhaps the stars will align for you next year," was all he could say. At the end of the day, he was more concerned about Cat and Pema's fertility than Aviana's, but if he could, he would reward her loyalty and hard work in the coming season. It wouldn't only be up to him, but he would certainly petition the more senior females for her sake.