Moonspear washed away in a tide of longing

So, not childish. It made her interesting and he thought perhaps someday he would see for himself—if things ever settled long enough for him to do more than stretch his legs along the outskirts of Moonspear proper. Though he did have his moments where he went ranging, he curtailed them crisply. Perhaps when winter was over, when the spring came to renew all, he would venture again. His youngest would be old enough not to need full time supervision.

“What of the other packs? How many are out there now?” His next question was out of self-interest; he wondered of Sagtannet, where Nyx resided. Neverwinter was another curious point of interest too, though they had their dealing with them here and there; Osiris was neither he nor Hydra, of course, and he wondered if their disposition had changed for the better because of it.