Redhawk Caldera kick 'em in the nuts

Fox began to explain and Wildfire listened attentively. Her eyes widened slightly, her ears drawing backward when her mother mentioned humping. She didn't quite understand what that had to do with puppies, though her mother went on to explain that the pups would arrive within two months of these strange acts. It was a lot to digest, particularly this idea that a mother wolf excreted her offspring.

Naturally, Wildfire thought of all this in the context of her own parents and litter mates. "So... dad humped you? And we... came out of your butt?" she asked in a quiet, incredulous voice, somewhere between bemused and horrified at this knowledge. That would explain why pups came into the world wet and sticky, a fact which she recollected from her prior conversation with Aunt Finley. Wildfire's face scrunched. "That's really... weird," was all she could really say about the entire thing.

Well, there was one more thing she could think to say: "I don't think I ever want to do that." She liked children, as much as someone her age could, and could see herself wanting to be a mother one day. She just found the process entirely too weird to comprehend right now. Besides, it sounded like it required the male (though she still didn't understand the specifics) and she knew she didn't have a connection with anybody like her mom did with her dad.

Except... Ashton. Once more, his handsome hippie face found its way into her head. And then she found herself imagining him humping her, which made her feel very peculiar indeed. She banished that thought, essentially decapitating him in her mind and focusing back on his face. He had such pleasant features, his fur golden like wheat and his eyes the color of grass after sunset.