Moonspear lawmother

Her teeth chattered together as if eager to taste the seal fat, though her jaws fell still when he mentioned having a son. Her tufted ears pricked and her head tilted to the side as her curious gaze swept over him again. Sure, she may have misinterpreted his mannerisms as being flirty, but she found it difficult to believe that he could be old enough to have a son who would be a man in the Spring. A second consideration of his physique revealed very little to her, in terms of his age- the youthful glimmer in his eyes and shine of his thick coat showed nothing but health. He could be a couple years older, for sure- all she could tell was that he appeared to be in his prime. 

She parsed from his statement that his eldest was not his only child, and then wanted to know more. "You have children," She stated, her observation an acceptance that she was still comfortable with their established rapport. "T-"

She was about to ask more about them, when his gaze fell to hers again, and he asked about what she hunted. So trivial a thing, compared to the family she wished to know about! She blushed, wishing to shrug the attention, but politely dipped her muzzle. "I fish in rivers, and stalk the birds that nest on the ground," She said. Spruce grouse were a favourite of hers, as well as wild turkey though they could occasionally be quite ornery. 

"Tell me about your family?" She asked.