Moonspear may the moon remember you in waves

She watched him peer skyward, and decided not to delve deeper by asking of those stories exactly despite the temptation. She would take what she had heard so far as plenty for now. There was enough else to keep her preoccupied, nevertheless.

He seemed to have plenty of faith in her, and indeed, they would have plenty to live up to. She found herself nodding softly, consumed by the mere thought of them all, although threatened to balk at the mere mention of mothering skills -- and her possessing them. To her, those remained yet unseen.. which was worth a touch of worry considering her disinterest in whelps (except for her younger siblings years back), but she'd trust instinct, as always. It would work out.

"Rest well," she offered by means of farewell after he wished to leave, although smirked softly at his jab at his age. She watched him leave and strode off on her own, eventually pointing her path towards the den to see if Charon was there, or nearby.