Lost Creek Hollow we swore we knew the future

Luke's head gently rose and fell in an acknowledging bob. He would continue his efforts to tend to the caches and scout around until a more pressing matter required his attention. There was still that curious question of his, and Mordecai opened the door for it with his comment. A mischievous smile formed on his lips, and his ears perked forward. "Well," he drawled, smacking his mouth once as he dawdled. "There is something that could be done. But it's not so much 'we'..." another pause, his twinkling eyes searching his leader's face for a reaction, for realization at what the blue-nosed jester was getting at. "I was just kind of wondering... There's no better way to christen a pack than with a gift of little paws." Luke was a nonchalant creature, he had no problem coming out and saying what he wanted ("are you and Harlyn making babies yet!?"), but here in this moment he was playing.