Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Moonstone mouthed a silent Ah. in response to Grayday's comments about his older children. One had to wonder; if he had a litter old enough to fend for themselves, how old did that make him?  He certainly didn't look too old, but she knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Some wolves just aged better, is all. And how old are they? she asked despite having already formed an idea. Moonstone understood what it was like to have a family so far from one another. So much so, in fact, that the statement seemed so normal that she didn't even question it. 

Another question was burning on her tongue, and before she could even consider how rude it might have been, she had already let it slip, Are they from the same mother? Moonstone waited for a few seconds before the realization hit her, at which point she retracted inward ever so slightly, her ears slowly lowering with embarrassment. I'm not...I haven't gotten the hang of this whole conversation thing yet, I didn't mean to offend.