Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Grayday didn't bother counting, for that question. Although he didn't consider either of his first litter to be 'grown up', he figured they'd both gotten big and smart enough to be called, "Yearlings. Sunny's almost bigger than me, now, and Dawn is... bigger than you, probably," he half-teased, half-bragged. Any idiot could tell how proud he was of those two.

The wind was briefly knocked out of his sails at Moonstone's next question. He was not particularly offended, but he was surprised that someone would ask that question in polite conversation. When she quickly apologized, Grayday's delicate sensebilities were appeased. He relaxed a bit. "It's okay. I've been known to say the wrong thing every now and then," he placated, glancing back at his three children. Lavender, with her painted coat. Easy, all soot and charcoal. Dauntless, with his mossy eyes and treebark pelt. "My first mate disappeared shortly after Sunny and Dawn were born," he said with a sigh, thinking he might as well answer the question, presumptuous or not. "I wasn't the best father to them. I was angry and alone, and most of the time, the rest of the pack took care of them." He paused, realizing he'd been about to delve into a whole other story.

"Well, anyway - I met Khoe, and she wanted kids, and I wanted to redeem myself, I guess. And that's where these three came from. And now she's gone, too," he said with a tiny little laugh, laying his head down on his paws. "But she was always kind of a runner. I wouldn't mind, except the kids miss her somethin' awful. I don't think she knew quite what she was gettin' into."