The 'uncensored' version of Grey that I had written for those who had asked, enough people have asked and enough time has passed that I am now uploading it for easy reading. The content of the short is explicit.

Every hundred years they come and every hundred years we hunt them. They taught us all that we know, and we use it against them in the name of the hunt and honor. We have done this for thousands of years, and now we are just one; the last. Dtai'kai'-dte sa-de nau'gkon dtain'aun bpi-de we have heard them say; 'the fight begun would not end until the end.' How honest those words are.

The sequel to Cold Hands, by popular demand! She was a pet. That much was very clear to her. He was like one of those eccentric pet owners, and she was his beloved dog. He trained her, and if she knew what was good for her, she would obey. Adjusting to the life of an alien hunter was going to be difficult, especially since others of his kind aren't so keen about his new 'pet.'

"There is power in kindness," her grandmother once said, "a great power in the touch of a helping hand, that can tame even the most frightening of beasts," Kaylin tried to live by a creed of kindness, to value the life of any creature above all else, to be gentle, and to lend a hand where she could. But this beast lived by a creed of death and murder, and now, she belonged to it.

One-shot. He had come to this place looking for his Final Rest, seeking the company of Cetanu, to find the end of his Path. But a good death has evaded him, none have been worthy enough to end the old warrior's life, and he wonders why the Black Warrior evades him, dancing just beyond his grasp. What does the arrival of this lone suckling in this unforgiving place mean for him?

Deep in the Rocky Mountains, an alien has crashed into the territory of a reclusive hunter, in the middle of one of the coldest winters Montana's ever seen. It has enemies chasing its shadow, smelling blood, and the icy human may be its only chance of survival. She's helping it for now, but will she leave it out in the cold for its nemeses once her obligation is fulfilled?