Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

He wondered who everyone might consist of. Their borders smelled of far more wolves than White Spine, but markedly less than Round Valley. Were they all family, as they were in those packs? What about the greater conglomeration of moon wolves? He knew that they were led by daughters of the moonwoman, and by one son-in-law, but what about the non-leadership villagers?

"Are they all your family?" he asked her, beginning to forget their surroundings once more. The topic was one he would likely never grow tired of; he was fascinated by her connections, and how secure she seemed in their love and support. The moon wolves on the whole had this effect on him.

More to the point: "Will you tell me about them? So that I know what to expect. Are they all as nice as your momma?"

He did not say the name — but he was asking about Aiolos. He wanted to hear about the rest, of course! But having a mother and a father intact, even if they were not blood, was something he was almost wholly unfamiliar with.