Luna dipped her head and trotted off, leaving large paw prints in the dirt. She settled down and laid her head on her paws with a little huff. She looked down and then around, her tail tucked between her hind legs. She probably only spoke at all to Angelwing, possibly some other wolves, if they spoke to her first. Considering hardly anyone talked to her much since her littermate's death, it was rare for another wolf to speak with her. They normally thought she was still grieving. Which in truth, she kind of still was. Silence was her way of grieving.