Moonspear you are to me like a very, very wild thing

They had the children. Something about that pleased Alya, who had always been both petty and possessive. "How old are they?" she asked, and then listened quietly to the other information that was offered about them. She was interested, vaguely, in helping to cultivate them, but too weary at present to put more than a passing thought toward the avenue. They sounded promising, however, and Alya decided that she would look into those two as well. The fiery daughter especially.

Some time was spent quietly grooming (Alya had shifted her attention back to her own coat as well) while the dark shewolf processed this information, dwelling on the things she had missed and the things she had added to her own to-do list.

"What are the Nightwalkers like?" she asked at length. "Who is their leader?"