Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

Neither did Grayday think that a woman - espcially one he saw as nice - could want to harm a child. Although it was his natural instinct for fathers to keep strangers away from his whelps and Grayday was no exception to this rule, he'd always tended to be a little naive when it came to other wolves. Why would anyone want to hurt a pup?

"Five," he replied with a happy wag of his tail. "But two are all grown up, now."

He couldn't detect any scents of pups or family upon the woman, but then again, she smelled of the sea. Perhaps it had washed them away. "What about you? And kids? Family? Mate?"