Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

In truth, Moonstone felt more comfortable in intimate settings than in large, widespread ones like her natal pack had been. She cooed an audible, Awe! , but instantly felt bad seeing that in the process, one of the girls had awoken. Grayday had said that his mate was out, and though that seemed innocent enough, his daughter proposed something a bit different. Figuring that it wasn't her place to speak on it, Moonstone pursed her lips and tried to push it away. 

How old are they? she whispered after moving a few paces away. They didn't look too old, but they certainly weren't newborns anymore. It didn't make sense to her that a mother would have left her pups behind to go do whatever it was she was doing, but again, it was none of her business.