Dawnlark Plains couldn't get no silver, couldn't get no gold

Sunny had been practicing his newly aquired skills of fishing in a nearby stream when Shale's call went up. He had only managed to catch one single fish by then but he waded out of the water immediately. The first thing that came to mind was that Shale was mad at him, for how he had acted when dad died. It never occurred to him that Shale may be thinking the same thing, Sunny hadn't really given Shale's behavior a second though only taking it to be somewhat normal to snap like that. After all, Shale had lost a lot too. 

Picking up the fish he hurried to where Shale had called from and moved closer, tail low and giving a few nervous jerks between his legs as he dropped the fish and gave a chuff of greeting. "Hiya Uncle Shale!" he greeted with nervous cheer, eyes meeting his Uncle's and searching for any signs of anger or disappointment.