adults talking

Danica watched as Bazi tipped the puppy over once more, setting it to continue the trek towards her, and she felt a twinge of trepidation.  This was quickly stifled, though, by curiosity, and she reached out her nose to brush the pup's soft fur as Bazi continued to answer her question, feeling the mother wouldn't mind. 
Perhaps it would quiet the cries that the little thing was releasing, which were adorable but also rather grating on the ears after a length.

"I can't imagine," she murmured, glancing at the other three who remained cuddled up to Bazi.  Worry was one of the unavoidable curses of parenthood, motherhood perhaps especially.  But it was one of those curses, she guessed, that made the whole thing worthwhile.  To love was to worry, and it meant you had something truly great if you were so afraid to lose it.  "I doubt that anyone knows everything.  I'd be willing to fact most first litters are the experimental children.  Gotta start somewhere."  She snorted.  "At least if you screw up, they'll turn out interesting?"  She doubted that, growing up in a pack like this, anything could royally screw them over.  But life could surprise you sometimes.  She wouldn't have called her outcome for herself, after all, and she definitely could have turned out better.  Bazi would make a great mother, she had no doubt.  But she figured it might be for the best that she herself might never see that chance.