Whitebark Stream our children

The fight with Zephyr the day before had obliterated him. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He hadn't slept last night because every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Zephyr looking at him like he was a monster and then turning to leave. He would never be able to wipe that image from his memory. Like so many other awful snap shots from terrible times in his life, it would lie in wait, ready to assault him when he least expected it. 

Finally, when the sun just began to light the sky, he had given up on trying to sleep and decided to go find something for Grezig to eat instead. It had taken him most of the morning to track down, hunt, and kill the rabbit and as he was making his way back, he heard the call for him echo across the territory. He paused for a moment, unsure if he actually heard it. But he had, and it was Grezig. All he could think was that she found out about his stolen moments with his son and now she was going to tear him a new one for it. It was totally worth it, but his heart raced regardless. 

He broke through the trees, rabbit dangling from him jaws, and trotted over to her. He dropped the meal at her feet and then took a seat. Grezig. How are you? How are the children? Maybe she would at least give him some information.