Moonspear Sweet sunshine

Ajei had quit questioning why she was so different from her parents. In personality and in furs. Her mother had red upon her, but nothing like the fiery colors that she boasted. But she also knew that there were many lines of blood in her body. Years of other wolves to get to the point where she had been born. She may have been the veyr color of someone her mother had cared for in her family. And Arrluk though he was different she did not see it as so. His colors fit him, as easily as his name. 

She smiled serenely. I Do miss Moonglow. I would not mind returning soon. But do you think Moonspear would be okay?

She thought of their smaller numbers, mostly pups and children.