Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Anger isn't stronger than love, no matter how we sometimes feel.

The leader gave his companion a strange look. How odd, that someone should say that to him just as he was coming to realize it himself. Grayday wondered if Moonstone, too, had learned this the hard way; if she had wasted months or even years being angry, only to find that it was a lesser, secondary affliction. Pointless, in a word.

"I shaped up, in the end," he said, though he probably could've done a bit better. With this new litter, however, he was being the best dad he could be. If only he could go back and do the same for Sunny and Dawn... "I'd be glad for the help," he agreed, his tail whisking gently. "For Lavender and Easy, especially. I think Dawn suffered for my wife's absence more than anyone. I'm proud of the wolf she's become, but I can't help but feel she's missing... something," he decided. Something soft. "She... she has my temper, I suppose," he added a bit sheepishly.