Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Grayday gave a tacit shrug, mulling over Moonstone's response. He wanted to press further, to ask if she knew the same constellations his father had, but he couldn't find the words. None of the names had remained with him, and his father's lore was now lost to the ages. Besides, why did a blind wolf need to know the stars by name?

"I don't pretend to know what's out there," he said, realizing that he'd been quiet too long. "My dad used to talk about the stars like he'd been there before. I didn't think much of it in my youth, but more and more, I've been wondering about the things he said."

Not just about the stars, and often, more about the things he hadn't said. What would Grayday have learned if he'd stayed at Sameth just a little bit longer?

"What's your dad like?" he asked, shooting Moonstone a smile as they drew nearer to the base of the plateau.