Moonspear I stared up just to see

Gannet's grin widened into a silent laugh, her sob making it clear she was in fact kidding.  It was a fanciful enough story that he got that impression already, but he wasn't one to assume what others chose to believe.

He listened, rapt, as she listed off his cousins.  Another here!? He shifted, knowing he wouldn't be able to track him down now, but desiring to absolutely.  "So your parents are still around?" He asked, finding that this surprised him.  Not many wolves he knew their age had this the case.  Unbeknownst to him, his parents had actually died young, and were an uncommonality.

"Mine arent.  But I have a lot."  He paused.  "Me n Whip n Ferret, but they are both gone.  And then younger ones.  Towhee, Titmouse, Orca, n Phox.  Oh and Raven.  She's older."  He paused.  "There's more but I don't know them."  He couldnt recall their names, not really.  The one he'd met on the mountain, so long ago, when mom had taken him.  And others long gone or dead, not really worth mentioning.