Blacktail Deer Plateau For a dreamer night's the only time of day

He let his words go at that as well, but engaged in the next statement, a wide grin finally reaching him at the mention of his children. He had held dealings with them, and delighted in their company greatly. "They are wonderful, and becoming rather amazing individuals." He thumped his tail lightly. "I'm sure it goes without saying, but you have reason to be proud."

His instinct when Lasher mentioned children of his own was to shake his head, but Lasher was not wrong. He held a great deal of affection for young ones, though when he saw his own future, pups were not within it. Not because he did not want them, but because the idea was far-fetched at best. "Perhaps," he said, though his tone held skepticism. He had become so accustomed to life alone that it was hard to imagine one any other way. For the forseeable future, just to have good friends and a beautiful home was more than enough.