Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Grayday had a knack for choosing names, so Moonstone thought, though her favorite of the group based on both title and appearance was little Lavender who she just could not help but peek at every once in a while. She laughed at the notion of Dawn being any larger than she was, though she knew that it was more than likely true; she was often dwarfed by her peers, even if by only an inch or so. I'm sure that you did a good job at giving them a good father, nonetheless. Anger isn't stronger than love, no matter how we sometimes feel. All things in life were done in either fear or love, and Moonstone thought that parenting ought to be an equal share of the two. 

Then the truth about the mother of the youngest came to light, so Moonstone took in a deep, reflective breath. Well, she began, searching for the best words she could, I wish I could give some advice or a token of wisdom to help put your heart at ease. I guess...well if you've done it once, who's to say you can't do it again? Besides, it takes a village. There's nothing wrong with some extra help. Moonstone knew that it wasn't Grayday who would be needing this Khoe over the course of the next few months, but the growing pups she'd left behind. Part of her was excited to secretly assign herself the challenge of helping to raise them with her pack mates, but the majority of what she felt was grief.