Moonspear like a star that can't wait for night

Although he felt distracted by a thousand matters all at once, having found the moon to be just another one to add to the list, the sound of his father's chuff brought him right back to present reality. While not the parent of his he was actually looking for, he had a good feeling he could satisfy the weird void made of unknowns he was feeling the need to cover anyway, so took this as a good sign and waved his tail. Hey, he said back, posture dropped to deference of his alpha first, and a wolf leagues more experienced after, but with it came no tension; he was comfortable about it all, this was his dad after all.

Is that what's happening? I thought it looked weird.. that it was brighter earlier, he said, blinking. There had been other eclipses in his time of course, but he remembered best one happening during the daytime involving the sun and the daylight vanishing for a few moments. Maybe he had seen a nighttime one before, but maybe it didn't register as that striking as a memory--not compared to the daytime going dark. That kind of stuck. Does it cause anything..? he asked, wondering, since it was already dark and well, the moon was shrinking and the light decreasing, but it wasn't quite so profound as when an eclipse went on in the daylight--and this was the moon they were dealing with. Different rules, he figured. It's almost gone, he observed, not yet able to see the redness that would be overtaking the glow in mere moments.