Silver Creek girl, you might even provoke me

grayson could only agree with cyclone. his father certainly was losing his edge. he'd grown softer over the times. but, oh, what did it matter? the chicks had flown the nest, off to make families and legacies of their own. grayson cared little for the state of his father... after all, it was the way of life.

a smug smile crossed his features as cyclone certainly did stroke his ego. his head raised and he gave the ashen girl a pointed look-- one that suggested she was damn right. of course, since his outward expression flitted often between genuine and some sort of mask, it was hard to tell if he needed the reassurance or not. who could tell? sometimes, not even grayson. 

"and you'll be there with me," he purled, ears pressing forwards. so would harrison and dawson and addison and emerson-- and shaw and effie-- and every other wolf they'd picked up along the way. but, yes, cyclone would be there with him.