Big Salmon Lake salmonado

Rosalyn snorted when he backpedaled, worried his question was inappropriate.  "No such thing, not unless you have something to be ashamed of.  I don't."  She shrugged, passing a coy smile.  "And to answer, there are ways to prevent that."  She knew her body, and as a result was acutely aware of when her time was near.  If she had doubts, well... there were herbs that did the job well enough too.  She'd picked up a trick or two through the years.

She had no interest in children, though no problem with them either.  The idea of her being wholly responsible for another was a pretty laughable one.  Besides that the life of a loner wasn't easy? A loner with pups? Unimaginable.

Speaking of...

"Not yet.  I don't doubt Red would learn to regret that happiness." She said jokingly.  "Packs are great and all, but a little too restrictive for my tastes."  Historically speaking.  She was surprised, a little pleasantly so, by the offer though.  It was unexpected.  "Besides, pack wolves don't seem as keen on having fun. Mate types usually." She waved a paw, showing plainly from her face what a pity that sort of life was. "And you? You have a girl of your own back home?"